Oh. My. God.
Having waited two and half weeks, my first pair of proper cycling shorts have arrived, and they're bloody hilarious. They're padded and look a little bit like I'm one of those ladies who doesn't want to laugh in public in case of an "accident".
Mr Weenie was less than supportive of my new gear and his response was a to laugh for several minutes, stop for breath and continue to snort throughout the evening. He can laugh all he wants but he's not the one who has spent the past year feeling like he's been smacked in the lady bits with a plank every time he goes over a speed bump.