Cycling widow

It’s too hot to do anything today after a morning trip to the garden centre. Such is the stuff of the middle-aged couple’s weekend.

This means there’s plenty of time for the Husband to catch up with the Tour de France coverage. An obsessive interest in cycling seems to be the mark of many a middle-aged man. Long gone are the days when my dad used to cycle to work in his suit, with bicycle clips holding his trousers in place. Now it’s Eddie Merckx jerseys and Lycra shorts. The devotees also speak a strange language and spend inordinate sums of money on replacement wheels and pedals. Still, it’s healthier than a sports car, if little cheaper.

You can also purchase this topiary cyclist for £999.