The mind reader
He thought it was easier to wait silently for the moment to pass than to ask again what was said. All day he had to work out what people were saying, there various accents struggling against his poor hearing. And this time it wasn't a client but a friend, and the friend would let it pass, quietly, but what would the friend think? He was not a mind reader, no one is, really.
So, round and round we go, but the truth be told not all roundabouts are the same. There is on not too far from me as I type this that is always busy, no matter the time of the night or day. Always. And there are five roads joining, five busy roads. And it is not designed to help cyclists. Cycling is just hard. Just hard.
Sportingly
It is so much better to watch a game that is won through wonderful play than to watch a...
