My groupies (small gang of three boys) called for me at 4.30pm to go on the bike ride. I put my yellow vest on and they all laughed. Well I don't want to get knocked off my bike by someone who didn't see me. I asked where we were going, and suggested Normanby, Thealby, Alkborough, or Coleby perhaps. None of them, too far they said, so we went off to the playing fields. I don't think these boys have ever had any proper cycle training, they were doing wheelies all over the road, I declined their invitation to join in. Not that I can even do a wheelie but I didn't tell them that.
Eventually we got to the playing fields after going up and down a few pavements, and across the village green. Next to it is the childrens play area. Ooh goody, swings and slides I joked, as I made a beeline for the best swing. One of them took a photo of me with his phone, goodness knows where that will end up. We went on everything. I nearly did my back in as I hurtled down the slide at a rate of knots. The seesaw was a bit erratic, they tried to bump it so I would fall off, but my legs are longer than theirs so they didn't succeed.
After that we road across the playing field to the other side, where there is a wooden assault course. You have to balance on logs, and walk across a rope ladder, and a wobbly bridge, and swing across on ropes like a monkey. I thought this was good fun, but they didn't want to join in. Instead I saw they were mucking about.
I turned round to see that one boy had opened up one of my panniers and he was pouring water over my saddle and into the pannier. They were all giggling but I was not amused. So I spat my dummy out and said I wasn't playing any more, and went home in a strop. Why do stupid boys have to go and spoil everything. Think I'm going to start a girl gang :o)
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