While some go to church on the Sabbath in order to thank the Lord for all that is good in the world (best to forget the bad things), I like my own rituals.
Sunday is a day of rest. Unless you are the owner of a smart new bicycle and have a wife or daughters who enjoy the Sunday morning air. This morning was our youngest daughter’s ride out and I must say that her dedication is really quite impressive.
Our ritual is a decent route of around twenty miles, taking in hills and country roads that are mainly shorn of cars. We normally see lots of other cyclists who happen to own even smarter, and much more expensive bikes that we do. Just yesterday, whilst stopping for a drinks’ break, a pint of cider, three other cyclists with the same refreshment needs cycled off on what I reckoned to be around £15,000 + of bikes. The sport is, like other leisure activities, being dominated by consumer purses and ability to purchase.
I have always been a Bargain Bill who actively seeks out the best deals and shows them off. It’s a sort of badge of honour for me to be able to show just how eagle-eyed I am when saving money is at stake. In soem ways, it makes me happy.
On happiness and the Sunday cycle, I was interested to read an article in a cycling magazine about daily happiness. A rather famous cyclist wrote about her happiness scores, which she kept on a daily basis. She basically recorded a score out of ten, with one being the most unhappy and ten being near on delirious. I liked this idea and am going to put it into action.
At the moment, I am a goodly eight!