Variety in a Life of Spice

I’m sorry I’ve been so very long updating. A few weeks ago I tried, and for some reason my password didn’t work to sign me in. Today I tried again and for some reason it works now. I don’t question technology, I just let it run my life. Yesterday I was trying to show a video to the children, which in school means pushing an enormous trolley with a TV and video player on it from one end of school to the other, plugging it in and hoping it works. I performed this rigamarole twice, but neither telly worked and all I ended up with was 28 fed up, bored and uncontrollable children with nothing to do for the last ten minutes of the wasted lesson. Won’t somebody please bring back the blackboard?

Today we cycled into town on the tandem to have lunch at the Castle with Rob, and on the way back Tiffer decided to find out what was down a little path he’d seen. It turned out to be not really meant for bicycles, let alone tandems, but we pressed on and found that it cut straight through to a tiny narrow track running down the middle of a huge field of rape. (This appears to be growing all over Cambridgeshire at the moment; the yellow colour is stunning and the smell seems to have pervaded the whole county.)
So, we rode down the middle of the field. The track was so bumpy and unpredictable that I couldn’t keep my feet on the pedals, so I put my legs up on the crossbar and let Tiffer guide the bike. My admittedly unusual reaction to this episode was to laugh hysterically and helplessly all the way – it was probably brought on by direct contact with so much bright yellow!

Also, I was reminded of a book that my sister and I used to love, called Big Sister, Little Sister, in which one of the sisters gets lost in a field of very tall grass. I hope we still have that book somewhere.

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