Fun

A morning drive to the City, for technical advice. They advise that they cannot help but I must continue to check, as soon, perhaps, they will.

An afternoon walk, with Metallica and Handel on my mind, in my ears. On a dusty track, an unexpected car beeped. I skipped aside.

Then, on a road, with Mozart and the Queens of the Stone Age, a passenger in a Ka jeered and sneered, brandishing his Blackberry.

By the level crossing, a mother in a massive Mitsubishi laughed with joy as her son's attempt to toss a burger cartoon missed the bin.

But at the Lake the fair has arrived, driving the cars from their park. Gorgeous, garish painted contraptions, waiting to be ridden.