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A bicycle, a gate and a lawnmower. Scratching beneath the surface of suburbia
I’m out on my bike. A gorgeous day – cold and crisp as a shiny new apple, fresh from the fridge. Wearing my helmet, of course, so can’t exactly feel the wind in my hair, but never mind. ‘Urrreugh.’ I … Continue reading
Posted in Liverpool, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged accident, bear, Bike, fence, gate, hedge, lawn mower, NSA, privacy, sea, suburbs, tea
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