Introducing Susan.Green Netjetter Susan Greenwood recovers from the first round of celebrations and commences organic preparations in earnest.
When I was 17, I was rewarded for being the school's uber-geek with the humiliating assembly presentation of a weighty volume of economic theory. A decade on and I sit here feeling as if that tome has just smacked me in the head. A bacon sandwich and two packets of salted peanuts have failed to neutralise yesterday night's festivities so now I've moved on to the cherry Coke.
The worst of it is the hangover is playing havoc with my facial muscles and I seem unable to wipe the inane grin off my face, dribble not withstanding. Despite my external appearance my mind is doing somersaults. I won, I won, I won! Yee har! Ohmegod or rather 'oh my gawd' as for the next three months my life will be taking on a distinctly stateside flavour. And organic of course. I am utterly torn between manic excitement and paralysing fear. The most constructive thing I've done today is source some pink organic cotton cycling socks. Because obviously that's the most important thing to get sorted when facing a 4,000-mile cycle tour.
My cousin is busy sourcing solar panels to fit to the back of my bike, my mother is busy planning my welcome-home party and my friends are busy finding ingenious ways of making me drink more vodka to disrupt my training before I leave.
Me? I'm busy thinking about the open road, randomly yelping with glee and wondering whether pink really is my colour.
