Tuesday morning

It starts early enough.  By the time I get back from the Common, Anniemay is bustling with breakfast.  

She’s at a lost end this morning; her plans for a virtual bike race through the Alps with Chris have been cancelled as he’s busy with work.  In the meantime I get myself ready for a real bike ride around MK.  On my own as it happens - “Dave” is Scarborough this week.

Anniemay places a tea-towel over her head and puts her glasses on, giving the appearance of something from a 1930s film noir horror movie.  I wait for an explanation.

“ You could take me on your bike ride this morning - I could be ‘not-Dave.’”  Luckily she can’t see my expression.

She persists; “You could Blip me as ‘not-Dave’”.  

While my mind says “not in a million years” the words come out as “now there’s an idea”.

We stop after about an hour for coffee.  I have a bacon roll, she has a fruit salad.  Dave wouldn’t have done that.

We do just over 20 miles.  Dave wouldn’t have done that either.


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