POST 100!!
Come on in and have some cake, why don't you! I'm feeling oddly accomplished, like a fully potty-trained toddler. I didn't think I'd even get half way to 100...
I hope that everyone had a lovely valentine's day on Wednesday. Or, if you're dead against such nonsense, I hope you enjoyed railing against it, complaining about what a commercialised pile of rubbish it is, and how you don't need a greetings card company to tell you how or when to be romantic. Or, if you had a 'friends' day, I hope you enjoyed that too. OR, if it happened to be your daughter's first birthday, I hope that was great! (Hmmm. A little specific, that one...) You may even have celebrated St Skeletor's Day.
In a collective effort to be a happier, greener planet, cycling may have to be the way forward. We should all hop on our bicycles, pedal furiously, and nurture some wonderful saddle sores. That's the plan anyway, but a sizeable part of me is actually hoping that cyclists don't take over. They're just so rude! As I discovered this morning, traffic signals mean nothing to these people. The guy in front of me (who also managed to spit on my bonnet, but that's another issue...) swerved all over the road at red lights, mounting pavements, terrorizing school children, and generally being a danger to everyone, not least to himself. I kept catching him up, and was thus a witness to all his time-saving schemes, which got ever grander and more evil as we progressed along the street. I can't tell you how tempting it was to squirt him with windscreen washer as I squeezed past him for about the fifth time. Come on, cyclists. If you're going to be on the road, please obey the same rules as the rest of us!
The weekend is oh so close. Hurrah! I'm going out for a meal with Fi and her aunt tonight, and then out again with Pippa, Martin and chums tomorrow.
And inevitably, I'll be back on Monday for blog post number 101.
