When Doing the Right Thing is Wrong
First, let’s set the scene. Quiet Saturday evening at home, after a day of being a good little consumer wandering the shops and rummaging through the cheapie DVD bins, I find myself something worth buying. Ironically this is usually at a ‘local’ JB hi-fi or Harvey Norman, supporting local shops is even better when they’re Australian!
An Ode to Chingford
Since the offspring arrived, not surprisingly, I’ve had bugger-all time to get on two wheels and do some pedalling. In fact, apart from the commute back-and-forth to work I can count on TWO fingers how many times I’ve been able to get out for a skid.
