Vintage-y Bikes and Other Such Delights

Have to be somewhere soonish, so I'm off on my bike in a minute. Oh how I do love my bike. It's so lovely, and rose red and vintage-y, with a delicious wicker basket on the front of it where I've placed two big fake, red blousy roses. And it's called 'Ruby Belle', (well, that's what's written on the side). Oh yes indeedy. I am so very chuffed with my bike. I'm planning to make a lining for the bike basket, (covered in roses of course - hehe). But in the mean time I happily scoot around with my big fake shamelessly overblown roses, and often a big bunch of kale and far too many library books sticking up out of my basket, threatening to unbalance me entirely. And it all makes me irrationally cheerful.

I've been told since I serendipitously acquired my bike that I'm a lot like Miss Price, (the witch from the book Bedknob and Broomstick by Mary Norton - also a film), which is possibly quite fitting if you know that story. Except that I'm not a spinster and I don't live in a village. And I'm not called Eglantine, (but I really wouldn't mind being called Eglantine at all. It's a grower, that name, and highly appropriate I think for someone who adores roses). So, er, perhaps I'm don't uncannily resemble Miss Price. But in a former era I would totally be a spinster living in a small village, riding around on my old fashioned bike trying to use my witchcraft to aid the war effort. I wouldn't teach the piano, (my word! That would be grim with my playing skills), but I would love to visit the sick. Maybe with a salve or herbal brew. Most definitely. It would be all Keep Calm and Carry On, but with spells and gingerbread. 

Being on my bike helps me think, because although I tend to be a rather stately rider, (all the racing-bike clad cyclists zip past me as I meander along), it's movement in general that tends to help me gain some clarity.

The next few days I'm going to be needing said clarity, as because of looming dates and deadlines, I have to make a whole swag of rather Big Decisions over the weekend. Just the usual life-work stuff that can define or at least set the rhythm for the year ahead. 

Decisions regarding how much study I take on, how much work I can fit in between study and mothering, (it looks as though I may well be teaching Literature at a uni again on as sessional basis - in an area I absolutely love to pieces). 

So. I think the rain is clearing, so I'm going to do my very best Miss Price impersonation and go for a wee pedal up t'road. Cheerio to all, and have a jolly fine weekend wherever you are.