Wednesday 15 February 2012

Bicycles and Babies.

I have just bought a new bicycle. I think I will call her Minty as she is white with a pale green front lamp.    My trusty old bike that took me over the Pennines on the `Sea to Sea `and along the Seine to Rouen,amongst other epic rides, is too high for me to climb on to with my dodgy knees. The new one has smaller wheels and a lower crossbar. I went for a trial run along to the library in Hassocks and whizzed up the hills. It doesseem a bit foolhardy at my age as my cycling days must be numbered but I can pass it on to one of my family when I finally wobble off.
I have just had a letter to say that my old age pension has gone up by about a fiver a week but also that I have an allowance for being over eighty of 25p a week. (In fact I must have got that last year but did not notice)  I am wondering how I could usefully spend this largesse?
The eldest grand daughters from Newcastle have come to stay for half term with their lovely baby boys, Arthur and Marlo. Interesting to look at their chubby faces and try to trace the family noses and chins.  The two year old has brought his wooden toy cooker with him which he drives about like a car, the timer is the speedometer.