It was a Thursday afternoon, about 2-30pm. I had finished work early & I was out on the Brompton for a bimble. Weaving my way through the crowded shopping centre, the wind started to pick up which was accompanied by the sound of raindrops, pitter-pattering around me. 'Oh bother' thought I. Through the monsoon like … Continue reading One stormy afternoon in Reading
There he was, standing straight in front of me. I just couldn't stop staring at him. Wearing a towel that barely covered his nether regions, this rotund, wild-haired, middle-aged man, was squaring-up to me like a confronted alpha-male gorilla - shoulders pulled back, chest puffed out & his midriff sucked in. While we stood, eyeballing … Continue reading Something has to give…
It would be fair to say that I have been blessed with the genetics of a sloth. As a child I was forever being chastised by my parents & siblings for not keeping up. It was that I never really saw the point of rushing anywhere. When, much to my familys’ surprise, I joined the … Continue reading I’m off for a bimble. I may be some time…..
Dear Dawdlers young & old, I would like to warmly welcome you to my little blog dedicated to living life in the slow lane. Here you will find witty meanderings & witterings-on, written by myself & other self-proclaimed dawdlers, on subjects such as Food & Drink, Travel & the general befuddlement that is Modern Life. … Continue reading A good place to start …
