I was ready for rain.
I was ready for snow.
I was ready for wind.
What I was not ready for, was millions of jagged pebbles of ice being flung into my face the entire ride to work.
I mean, I am used to wincing the entire bike ride to work, but that's usually out of guilt and shame...
A very subtle and funny writer - one I've become obsessed with over the past year - in a decidedly Muriel Spark mood. Imagine The Pr...
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