Posting in the Fog

Hand-cut JAE, Dec 2006


Aviation fuel stinks! Ok, maybe not so much when you visited the airport as a child to see Concorde (needn't have bothered really since I only had to sit in my Mums back garden and watch them soar and hear them scream overhead). But it does when it is inside your front room! I am pretty sure it was coming from the aircraft that were cancelled over at Londons Heathrow Airport today. Fog bound is what they are saying. Although I have seen thicker fog on numerous occasions with no problems. Oh well.....I suppose it just bothered me because I could smell the fuel while I was wrapping presents.
It is foggy out there though.......I Love the fog and would be out in it on my bike if I hadn't been out yesterday already and didn't have these things to wrap blah blah blah!
The fog will still be there tomorrow and so will my bike.

Kingston-Upon-Thames had the pleasure of my company today along with my Mum who needed a few things as I did. I thought that whatever my Mum was planning on buying that I would pay for it and that would be her present for Christmas.......so I did. She got some Egyptian cotton duvet covers etc and a kettle too. I got myself a duvet cover for myself.......there is nothing like slipping into brand new bedding.
It wasn't too busy considering the time of year. The drive in was fun as I had to try and keep calm and just do my best to ignore all the tossers that inhabit the roads. I am getting very good at it too. I hardly broke a sweat & my heart rate stayed normal as I admirably kept my middle finger safely tucked away inbetween his neighbours. My Mum Loves the way I drive......she says I am so confident and if it were her at the wheel she would panic and curl up into a little ball down in the footwell at the first sight of another car;) It just comes natuarally to me.

Like so many other things in my life......that's just me all over really. Utterly & totally confident when I am behind the wheel of a car or scooter (Vespa) or mountain bike or syringe or needle or drug or pain or illness or side effects or heat or cold or heights or the deep blue sea or tunnels or mountains or planes or trains or people or depression or animals or fear or Love (with a capital L) or death..................So then why is it I feel so bloody lost at the same time?

Bit of a rubbish post no? Nearly didn't but wanted too. Pile of shite! Can't wait to get all fog-bound tomorrow out on my bike:)


Jason





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