Imagine a circus, a human zoo.
Now imagine a woman, presenting a
sword in the air as you
hold your breath.
Her’s has almost run out. 74 more words
… Actually, the fact that it was Mother’s Day was almost incidental. It wasn’t like the adventure was planned because it was a special day. It happened to coincide with the clocks going forward (so my routine was all out of whack), Spring conjuring up a spectacularly sunny day, and Hb wanting to scout out a bike place some distance away where he needs to be next week for a bike fit session. 1,318 more words