Feeling tired and a bit grumpy (and with sore thumbs) after wrestling new 622x32 Marathon Pluses onto the bike today. It's clear, having seen the new ones, how worn the old 622x35s were. Whether they were worn or just bigger, or whether it's because the new ones were a big wonky, the old ones were much easier to put on.
As well as tired, I'm feel quite optimistic that the new narrower tyres might be a bit more lively. Hankchief (who regularly tries to persuade me to join him in unreasonable feats of sportives) implied with a raised eyebrow on Thursday that they might be my first step into the world of something other than riding a bike to work. We'll see.
Also, suspicious that my rear disc was contaminated because it was beginning to lose bite and squeal, I hosed it down with disc cleaner and scrubbed the pads with emery paper. Squealing stopped. For the moment.