To flog or not
Sometimes I wonder about this dead horse, dead or not, the horse seems to have retired to the box and now, in that quantum way, perhaps the horse is both dead and thriving. What I have to work out is should I get out the whip, is this a flogging situation. And I, am I really of the flogger mould. Perhaps not, perhaps I am more of the type who just sees what happens.
Then, listening to the story the scientist was regaling on the radio, I heard the throw away comment of a twelve hundred mile bike ride. There was no detail, I suspect the scientist cycled with friends, stopping nights in comfortable rural hotels. Are there always enough hotels? I would like to go on a ride today as I am feeling alone, then.
Cardboard cutout
There were things, motivations that were, perhaps, not disclosed. Dishonest. ...
