Like London buses
Saturday, May 24th, 2008The past few days have been fairly interesting:
- I went to the dentist, to find that I have a leaky filling (and therefore decay I cannot be blamed for). The dentists also prohibit the chewing of paan in the surgery, or even just prior to coming to the dentist. I didn’t know what paan is, and even now I do know what it is I don’t see why it should be expressly prohibited.
- I crashed my bike again. In exactly the same place as last time. The main difference this time is that it’s the bike that’s now broken which I think I prefer to the months of shoulder pain caused by the last incident. His front wheel buckled and, to the naked eye, my bike was unscathed, but he was very gracious about it and simply hoiked his bike up on its hind wheel and departed from the towpath counting his blessings that both our bodies were in one piece. I felt a bit bad – didn’t know if we should exchange contact details. Should you, when there’s no insurance claims involved? Probably, but I took too long pondering it to act on the gut feeling that maybe I should offer to pay half. Anyway, that guilt has now lifted as my forks have both buckled by roughly the same amount, which means my front wheel clips my toes when making a sharp turn.
I am involved in a mystery. I found this photo taped to the pavement in Old Street last night. It’s a reproduction of an old photo (from the sixties or seventies I guess) on which the words “To Donna, Love Bob” have been scrawled. On the back is the web address todonnalovebob.org, and entering the code on the back gives you an address to send a postcard to requesting further information. Very odd. Stay posted for updates.
