A lot of things happened, then we had tea in ritzy cups I bought on sale at Harrod’s back then. Classy tea, poured out of a real pot, not made in the cup with a teabag. And some sort of cookies, with coconut in the recipe.
Then we went to the parking lot and when our youngest daughter got tired of riding her bike in a straight line from me at one end of the lot to her mother at the other end, she began to ride in circles around the lot.
Not too close to the bushes at the sides, because the bushes dash out and grab you when you are six if you get too close.
There’s a slash in the bicycle seat to prove it.
Then she crashed and landed on both hands and ouch. We thought she’d broken her arm.
Her wrist hurt. We went home. Put something cold on the wrist. No swelling, but tender. We took her to the hospital, all four of us. Big sister along for moral support.
X-ray. An X-ray is called a R
“Imagine a big old rhino behind a plow”
Wow, that would be something. Those horses in front of the plow would be scared to death.
;-)
We are so lucky rhinos never domesticated horses, I think.
I’m trying to come up with a pun here regarding rhino’s farming stuff, but I’m being sidetracked by the indignation caused by someone actually starting a post with “A lot of things happened, then we had tea in ritzy cups…” which seems to be sidestepping the lots of things that happened that we might want to know about.
Plus, *you* were *there* when I bought those *cups”!!!
Then again, you might want me to live to write another day.
Plus, on a stylistic note, it’s most interesting this way.
Yes, it is quite interesting that way. And deep, rhino plowing is, too. Oh dear, what did I say?