First bike. I'm back in UK for two weeks and it has been great catching up with family (and mum dragging out the old photo albums), new family members, old friends, old riding spots (everything is way smaller and flatter than I remember), and visiting a new places along the way.
I haven't had a bath in years but at my fathers cottage that is all he has. It's nice to relax with a good book (or a great issue of Spoke Magazine), but baths do not get you clean. It's like bathing in your own dirt and they take so long.
A stack of Dirt mags next to the toilet means lots of long therapeutic sit downs