Not me!

For once I wasn't the one on the bike in the pissing rain. I was waiting in the bus shelter, waiting for an elusive 46a. 
The forecast was just too bad to cycle to archery tonight. I'd be worried about the waterproofness of my bow bag (I can hear my Scottish friends snigger from here). 
Unsurprisingly (for Mimi), I broke my record this evening. She claims that I always say that I broke my record when I return from archery. 
It's one of the perks of being a learner.