There hasn’t been much in the way of news on the other side of the mountain. Not so much because things haven’t been happening – they always do, with shocking regularity – but more because my perception of things hasn’t been up to the task. It’s a bit like seeing the world on a misty day – the shapes are there, but the colour and detail is washed out.
This might have something to do with having had a double helping of asphalt for breakfast at the end of last week. Scooters are great for cutting through the traffic, but when the traffic tries to cut through a scooter, it all ends in tears. Mine, to be precise. Oddly enough, the scooter came through the ordeal remarkably well. All I had to do was shake the loose bits off and it was good to go.
I wasn’t so lucky. My legs look like something out of a Wes Craven movie. There goes my career as a pantyhose model.