Yesterday I was required to go to Swaffham, so I pootled over there on the
'bent. Called in at the convent to see the sisters. As I pulled up in the
school grounds, I was immediately surrounded by chattering schoolgirls all
going "OOOOH!" and "What is it? Can I have a go?" "YYYEEEAH!" I had a couple
of nuns express a desire to have a go on the mobile deck chair, but I did
point out that it would have the wind whislting up their habits, so prolly
not a good idea in the nun-decorum stakes ;-) It was interesting that the
only reaction was positive. No-one made any disparaging remarks and all
wanted to have a go on the 'bent. There was the odd "low down, can you be
seen" usual stuff, but not any actual negativity, which was nice.
But pootleing back along the lanes, a couple of Mr Plod in oncoming
Plodmobile gave me some very, very unhappy looks.. Don't know why, but from
their expressions, I was half-expecting to be stopped. P'raps their arrest
rate for the month is a bit low. Happily they just sufficed with the strange
looks.
This morning Nathan is about to purloin the 'bent to cycle over to his
mate's house, as his mate is 18 and there's going to be a long celebration
going on. I'll have to make-do with Gino for cycling into town!
Cheers, helen s