Just got back to Nina's flat a couple of hours ago after spending a lovely weekend cycling to her summerhouse and back. The weather was lovely and I did about 108 miles of cycling over the two days. Last night I did my best to make up for all the exercise by getting pissed to celebrate the distance I'd covered. I woke up to regret it this morning, however, especially with the prospect of the return trip, but after a couple of hours I felt much better.