On bikes, breadbuns and guilty conciences

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She learned to ride a bike (slowly) and when she grew up she still liked cycling. That little girl was me. Now I’m a whole lot older, even if not that much bigger. When I started work, I lived in a house half an hour’s walk […]

On sleepovers

*sings* There were 3 [already] in the bed and the fourth one said; “stuff that for a laugh, I’m going to sleep on the sofa” I was going to swap with her, but she wouldn’t let me. I had quite a guilty conscience until this morning when I realised she was the only one for […]