Dear cyclists, I’m afraid it’s time for another one of my ranty letters. Some of you clearly believe you are above the law and do not have to stop at red lights. At quite a busy junction yesterday I was waiting patiently behind two other cars at a red light. Along came a cyclist from behind me, rode on past, slowed down slightly to look around and then pedalled on across the junction. Why do you think you can get away with it? If you are riding on the road (which is where you should be, but don’t get me started on that one) then you should be abiding by the rules of the road.
Dear robin, Thank you for your company when I was doing some gardening this week and tidying up the path that had become almost covered by grass. I could tell that you were just waiting for me to move so that you could check the newly exposed earth for tasty delights. I hope you found some.
Dear new five pound note, After suggesting last week that you don’t actually exist I got not one, but two last week. My excitement when one slid out of the machine for my change when I was using a ‘self checkout’ area in the supermarket was great – I may actually have exclaimed aloud! I received the second one as change in a coffee shop and, imagining that the voice was in my head, I expressed my delight to have another one! The two ladies behind me in the queue heard me and were very excited too, asking to see it, and the man behind them told me I should check the serial number because certain ones were quite valuable. I wouldn’t have imagined that a new five pound note would have created so much excitement. You don’t feel quite as ‘plastic-y’ as I had thought you would and I like your colours, so it’s a thumbs up from me.
I hope you have a good Friday, whatever your plans are.