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I am watching an episode of 'Lewis' in which a very smarmy young fantasy author (who may or may not have dunnit) is attempting to walk in the shoes of the Inklings. It's all about fantasy worlds. I like it!
Amused though to find that I still have an automatic reaction to seeing piles of Oxford bicycles on bike-stands,which is to immediately lose focus on the plot and peer hopefully at them all. I am still, it seems, looking for the late lamented Geraldine, my very old heavy black bike which was stolen in Oxford and that I never got back again. I suppose she may still be out there somewhere, but one thing is for sure, if I DID spot her in an episode of 'Lewis' it isn't going to help me get her back now. Also, the thought of trying to ride her across the Cornish hills makes my bum ache.
Amused though to find that I still have an automatic reaction to seeing piles of Oxford bicycles on bike-stands,which is to immediately lose focus on the plot and peer hopefully at them all. I am still, it seems, looking for the late lamented Geraldine, my very old heavy black bike which was stolen in Oxford and that I never got back again. I suppose she may still be out there somewhere, but one thing is for sure, if I DID spot her in an episode of 'Lewis' it isn't going to help me get her back now. Also, the thought of trying to ride her across the Cornish hills makes my bum ache.
