Mr Weenie has an addiction. We rarely talk about it and, if I'm honest, I'm an enabler.
Unable to prepare his fix himself I often find myself doing it for him and I often end up indulging myself. Yes, Mr Weenie and I are pancake fanatics. There, I said it.
Last night we had a light supper of baked potatoes before moving onto pancakes and this morning I flew to work. I'm talking nearly 20mph on average, having to screech to a halt at traffic lights, overtaking any other cyclists and generally whizzing around like a banshee.
I left slightly late this morning and arrived at work earlier than usual.
Pancakes, food of the cycling Gods?