Hey ho folks, I’m back after a brief hiatus in which I accomplished nothing aside from a hangover and a dent in my bank account, there was even a moment I thought i should jack the whole blog thing in but i’ve just paid another years subs, so I can’t and who knows I may end up as a multi award winning author, so thanks for Rochelle and the FF crew for being on my mind most Wednesday mornings; must write must write must write! (even if it stinks even if it stinks even if it stinks!) Also thanks to The Wonderful Dale the ever present lady of mischief who is permanently on my WordPress time line, what a photograph! You Americans are unhinged.
Lets see what I get…
On My Marks…
Mrs Pock constructed her son’s Pack-lunch; Babybel, Alpen-bar, Sandwich and some bright red cherry tomatoes, and sent him off to school with his Bike in the luggage compartment of the school bus, she would never see him like that again.
Cycling proficiency day had arrived again, apropos of absolutely nothing really; jack would ride through the woods, certificate or no.
The Cones Course out; the judges standing sternly with clipboards.
Then a massive tomato shaped object dropped out of the sky onto Jack Pock and his Chopper.
The Tomato hummed suspiciously and an aperture on the side appeared to widen.
Well, not sure if its a return to form (whatever that is…) but its 100 words on the nose, enjoy!