An elderly chap named Gerry told me the other day; “Saw you out running, love. I beeped at you. But you didn’t notice. Blind as a bat, you are.” I gave him a look. “Just count yourself lucky,” I replied “That you didn’t get two fingers from me. Or one. Because that’s my standard response […]
The Cheek of A Cyclist
Sometimes I got for a run down a long country lane. This is a single track frequented by many, many a cyclist. Because the cyclists travel so fast, and in groups – they tend to shout warnings to each other if they see a runner or a walker ahead of them. Sometimes they yell things […]