Ah well, only another 49 weeks to the next Tour de France.
We'll miss the scenery, the heroics, the tactics, the international flavour of the peloton, Phil getting it wrong, Menchev falling off, the spoilt brat sound-bites, and those tedious, repetitive adverts.
I'll miss having something reliable to watch on TV and the knitting time - there have been 6 socks and part of a jersey made, of which a whole sleeve was done over the weekend.
On the other hand, perhaps we'll get out a bit in the evenings - on the bikes?
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