1. I make a certain 30 mile journey, from L & A’s to my home, via dropping off K, most Tuesday mornings. I’ve been doing this for a few years, so I know the details of the trip quite well. In particular, for the purposes of this post, that there are exactly seventeen sets of traffic lights along the way. Many of these are components of fairly complicated junctions and roundabouts. (By the way, what’s with this craze for putting traffic lights around roundabouts? The whole point of a roundabout is to avoid the need for traffic lights, isn’t it?)
Anyway, this (last?) Tuesday, I went through all seventeen sets of lights on green. All seventeen, green. This has never happened before, and never will again. It’s a logistical impossibility. I’m elated. Or was.
2. Today, the tree fellers came to chop down the half-dead pigeon toilet. No, I’m not going to explain, except to say it’s the toilet that was half dead, not the pigeons. They (the tree people, not the pigeons (although they can be too)) were very efficient. I love watching those huge Magimix wood-chewing things.
When they’d finished, the boss feller knocked at the door. “Do you want to pay?” He asked. I toyed with the question for a moment, then said: “Um, yes. Cash?”
Here’s the unusual bit. “I’d rather have a cheque.”