Whats a good way to start this missive? Shall I regale you with my story of embitterement towards the doddery old driver who couldn’t see past the windscreen of his car? Or would you like to reminisce with me my future plans for jotting down my inner most thoughts on paper (or screen). Let me tantalise you with some anacdotes gleaned from my experiences in life (throughout the military and civilian times)
Better still, I’ll explain why I have now the complete ‘Darcy’ outfit in my flat! (Two pairs of boots?? I didn’t order two pairs of boots!) I ordered two pairs of jodhpurs! Only one of which has turned up for now. (I love eBay) prancing around this morning I thought I looked quite dashing really (although to be honest I probably looked a right twat) but as long as they work next week I’m happy! Next week, next week I’m traveling back up to Scotland onto the east side of the national Forrest (brave heart and all that) to spend a week with a bunch of nutters playing with horses! (This could go horribly wrong)
The old man and his car!!! Now I don’t mind the fact that we get old and sometimes we really need to look at our failings and stop what we are doing when it becomes dangerous for others! Well I turned right at a roundabout (outside my house) and immediately regretted getting up this morning. An octogenarian with his wife by his side, strapped into a fecking ROVER, decided I didn’t exist.the space time I occupied was of no consequence and he just couldn’t care less if I died. At least he had the good grace to wave his acknowledgment when I nearly drifted into his drivers door! To soothe my anguish, I’m going to look at motorbike parts at a motorbike shop with me motorbike! If I survive the roads I’ll be back tomorrow!