Why Do I Do This ?

Market Day.
I know most people,
A brief welcome chat.

Sometimes news, often a wry mutter about the weather.
Weather . . .

Huh!
Too windy for a bike ride ~ well,  when riding out of town, with the wind behind,  “Whoomph!”

Coming home, grunt, push
And muttering, (Why do I do this?)

Post your answers to:
Grumpy Cyclist,

Thames
You could be in to win that whining stray cat with the Fridge Door eyes.

In the meantime ~
Coffee !