I got drunk.
I rode home after the sun had risen.
I did a wheely because I was so happy.
It was a bigger wheely than I could've ever imagined.
The sun tried to lift me into the sky.
But I was too heavy.
I fell on my bum.
It hurt very much.
I lay in the road laughing.
White van man cheered.


Today I am sore. I feel like a warrior after victory.
Yesterday we played a polo tournament.
It was the best teams from London competing as part of the East Festival.
The crowds turned up and cheered. Many had never seen bike polo before.
It was incredibly exciting.
And we won!

We were unstoppable. I guess it was our day.
We played like wizards in our typical fashion.
Hopping over the ball and shooting under wheelies!

And then we celebrated! London polo together.
We have a strong family unlike anywhere else.
They talk about our community across the world.
It is very special.

We drank into the night and back into the light.
We laughed and joked and picked each other up.
And then we cycled through the empty morning.
With blurred vision and buzzy heads.

My legs are a wonderful array of colours today.
Purple, blue, pink, and yellow.
And my arm is sore with concrete grazes.

I'm tired. Today will be lazy.

Can you make me a tea please?