As well as writing this for Three Word Wednesday, I am also sneaking in the back door of the A-Z Challenge where I’m not a signed up participant. Please don’t tell on me, I don’t want the Challenge Police knocking on my computer screen!
What a nightmare! There I was wending my way along the promenade on my bike when I started wobbling. It happens now and again. Suddenly I walloped the little brickie bit in front of a flower bed. OMG. I went flying, and ended up sitting in the wallflowers with a tear in my tights and a tender derriere. I felt a complete wooz. Anyway, I ignored the amused stares of the onlookers, and the terrified tantrum of the child I just missed, and climbed back on my bicycle. Unfortunately, the front wheel had adopted a new shape, sort of ovalish. So off I went bobbing up and down and up and down and up and down.
Which reminds me, did I tell you about when for a laugh I borrowed my Gran’s mobility shopping ride-on scooter thing?