Mrs Armitage on Wheels

 

Maiden voyage

Ever since Danielle got the cycling bug she has been spending money on bike "improvements" just like Mrs Armitage. The latest addition is a child seat on the crossbar. This is a complex little number that needed considerable patience to attach to the bike as the instructions bore no relationship to what needed to be done. When Sammi was little, I had little more than a wooden plank strapped to the crossbar and another for his feet. He held onto the handlebars and I pedalled. Danielle's choice has wrap-around foam-clad bars to hold her in. 

When Danielle was little, I had a seat on the back of my bike for her. That seat was little more than a glorified metal basket which she sat in. The worst of it was that she would fall asleep and slump to one side while I cycled. At least that was an improvement on what my father said he had. Apparently his big brother, my Uncle Maurice, roped him onto the back of his bike to cycle him to the farm. This was in the 1920s. Today, this would be seen as cruelty - I am sure he would be reported for maltreatment in this day and age.  

Teamwork - cleaning and fixing

Danielle's new attachment is a step up from the second-hand trailer which she bought to get Ezra-Mae to the village school. Now that four-year-old Ezra-Mae makes her way two miles up the tow path to school on her own bike, Danielle feels she can shed the trailer for all but the wettest days and plonk Mattaya on the crossbar. Danielle has bought suitable waterproofs too. Like Mrs Armitage on Wheels, there will probably be other additions to the bike!

I am proud of Danielle for embracing this new, energetic lifestyle. She says she feels much better for it too. I can imagine her cycling along and thinking aloud, "What this bike needs is..." I am also proud of my son, Sam. He found out this week that he has won an award for his dissertation. I was impressed when I read it but then I should be as I am his mother. He won an award on his graduation from St. Andrews but I can't remember what that was for - just to say - he must really embrace the academic life. Well done!

On Monday morning, my week turned upside down, I had an sms from the hospital to say I had an appointment to have my heel done. This procedure was not to be as dramatic as the right heel op that I had last February. All I needed was a little steroid injection. So, having read the message, I spent a good deal of time cancelling things in anticipation. All went well and now I can move so much easier - just a few tweaks of pain since the anaesthetic wore off. It is tempting to go full pelt but I have to take it easy because there is a small chance of my tendon rupturing. This procedure only took thirty minutes but organising it must have taken more than that time. I had four different appointment times arranged and cancelled. I made loads of phone calls, needed extra painkillers on prescription - wasted time and money! 

And so to the greater world beyond in a week when we wear poppies and remember those who gave their lives to make our world a better place. It has been reported that Israel has been burning ancient olive trees that are the livelihood of Palestinians. Why? Do they think this will bring about peace - not likely. Meanwhile, the IDF are bombing southern Lebanon - Again, why? It is not so much that Israel commits these atrocities, it is that this aggression and abuse to their neighbours seems acceptable behaviour to the rest of the world. This country, Israel, is making the pariah Taliban look like pussycats. Our world is skewed - we have lost sight of who the good guys are. And so, we have prayed for peace but we expect nothing more than accept that Israel will carry on killing with impunity.