I thought I was going to have to cycle my round yesterday. After a busy weekend doing visits all over the city, I was running very short of fuel, and nowhere had unleaded. Luckily, it only took a quick shifty round of cars and I was on my way again. Not that I would actually have minded all that much. Personally, I’d rather ambulances and police cars were fully fueled, and, honestly, there is something appealing about pedaling about to see patients, though I wouldn’t be able to see as many and wouldn’t be so well-equipped.
I can’t say the thought of cycling was quite so appealing this morning however, the sky gunmetal grey, heavy downpours pummeling the ground. I was glad it was my day off. The children were a bedraggled heap by the time they got home from school, poor little Wren, her usual cloud of blonde ringlets plastered to her head. They’re all in nice warm pyjamas now, because if they get a cough, we all know what that means! And fingers crossed everything settles down on the fuel front soon or I might well be on my bike!
