Last weeks bike ride took me up White Horse Hill which is 25% or 1 in 4 in old money, or "a bit of a bugger" in real terms. I made it up there on the racing bike. My pride was deflated when I realised that I'd left my keys on the table at home. Luckily Danielle had seen them, appraised the situation, and alerted a neighbour. This meant I could get back into the house and a bath: without that and I could still be siezed up now  I think.