I like riding on my tricycle

There’s nothing cuter than seeing one of those Japanese primary schoolers (elementary, my dear Watson, you were never a Yank) riding on one of those cute unicyclethingies, right?

Right.

But there’s nothing more ruddy irritating than not only seeing, but worse still - encountering - one of those doddery old battleaxes who wobble all over the pavement on a bicycle.

Well, today literally on my doorstep I came across the best thing ever. It was an old battleaxe alright, BUT sans the roadhog wobble act (outta my way, do you know who I am?)…and lo! there appears a nice ‘n’ sturdy TRICYCLE! Aaand, not only a tricycle, but a back-to-front tricyle! Which meantthat two of the three wheels were at the front instead of the back. You couldspot her coming a mile off. Not only did she look fantastic in the most eccentric of ways, but such conspicuousness gave me right ample time to duck for cover. I could’ve hugged her.