There’s an annoyingly catchy children’s song that’s spanned multiple generations here in the UK. It’s full of tinkly, inane repetition and silly actions and, for the last 8 months, I can’t get it out of my head. Continue reading
The woman just beyond the flowery curtain appears to be having some kind of meltdown.
I know that I shouldn’t be eavesdropping but the drapes are thinner than smoke and, to be honest, there’s been nothing else to break the tedium for the last 2 hours. Continue reading
If you’re sitting comfortably then I’ll begin.
There was once a girl of indeterminate (but definitely not excessive) years who loved bicycles so much that not a day would go past without some time spent riding her shiny, metallic steeds. Continue reading
It’s funny how a change in circumstances can broaden our horizons. Nearly 6 weeks after the accident and I’m becoming proficient at no-handed life. With the aid of strong teeth and leg muscles, most basic tasks are achievable. Continue reading
A favourite homily of my Granny C’s was the pithy caution that, ‘Pride comes before a fall’
She was so right. Continue reading
It is a lesser known but universal rule that, if your birthday falls whilst holidaying in another country, you don’t get any older.
Absolute truth. Continue reading
Two things I never learn?
Number 1. When you’re given a time estimate for doing something, never believe it. Double it, add the largest number you can think of, then multiply it a by a thousand.
Number 2. Never, ever, if you can help it, go on holiday carrying a bike