Kirstine

I thought that was what the first half of the term was for? Stuff that will be forgotten about by re-election time. In which case they’ve left it a bit late, and still managed to be unpopular.

I have a very firm mental association between Bonfire Night, Remembrance Sunday and Big Coats. And then Christmas shopping in the rain, always.

Well yes, if I could get away with Cheerios for dinner I would, but also wouldn’t fall asleep during the eating in case they disappeared!

Last time I flew, I had a cylindrical metal cocktail shaker in my case. Fortunately no issues.

I’ve flown with my mother’s foil-wrapped cake too! Thankfully only with the UK, and maybe it had a less delicious texture!

Barnes was where Marc Bolan met his untimely tree. That’s all I know about it, hoping to get it as a quiz question some day.

Someone said to me this week ‘I intend to cycle, but am always too lazy to get organised’. I replied that I’m too lazy to get up early enough to get a parking space at my workplace. And you’ve reminded me that it is still more than 5 mins walk to the office so I get soaked if it’s raining.

This is the main reason I find I put things off - trying to do them so often makes more unpleasantness.

You seem to have reinvented ‘church’.

Do logistics/finances allow for a folding stick which could fit in your panniers? Or a stick which lived at work? I appreciate that this might not be feasible if you need the stick to walk to and from the bike at each end of the journey.

Well that’s what we’d find out! Our occupational health services use paper reports, and our antenatal service manually transcribes results into Badgernet from the EPR. It is all very tangled.

We had mice at school (ordinary comp, late 1980s) but not at Bristol uni at that time.

You are very old - I’m quite old and my degree dissertation was on a 5 1/4”.

It’s true! A very serviceable rack indeed.

As a cyclist (albeit commuting in one of the flatter bits of England), I’m taking notes as regards pannier contents.

Fair enough! If you go to SE Scotland they’ll ask if you want salt n sauce, and look at you funny if you don’t. And, speaking from experience and assuming you have an English accent, they will be quite ready with the funny looks!

Not really watered down - vinegared down. Made runnier, as are mushy peas and curry sauce! Love chips with salt n sauce.

Well, we are all going to die, I suppose. I hope to go quietly in my sleep.

I was getting my PhD in STD diagnostics when my stepchildren were in their early teens. So, we covered that! Much better than when I was that age and HIV had just appeared. A lot of our sex ed was ‘just don’t cos you’ll die’.

Too right - it’s not ‘cup of teas’, is it?

I agree - I’m lucky that the bike shop of choice is in walking distance of work, and I can be flexible with start times. If unrideable I have use of a car with a big boot, and a husband. Prior to the acquisition of all this I was handier with a tyre lever and a brake cable!

Hence me taking mine to the bike shop. I’m usually quite self-sufficient, honest. But also won’t change a chain due to faff.

In a rare move I’ve hit ‘remove’ on a Facebook friend suggestion. In the past I’ve ignored loads of people - my step kids’ mum and her husband, toxic colleagues and once my GP. But this guy has an uncanny resemblance to Matt Hancock, and he just had to go.

Also once had a shard of glass shaped like a sharks tooth go
through my M+. Even the bike shop were impressed.

Or Hull (she says from experience, although I haven’t tried Marathon vs Marathon Plus head to head).

Ah - no, it was the Hamburglar wasn’t it?

Wasn’t there a Cheeseburglar at one point?

Ooooh! Say hello to everyone from me!

Leg and a half! But looking forwards.

Thanks for the earworm!