In the workshop

Well, spent some time mending my bike, repairing some flat tires, looking round the workshop, drinking good beer and talking to myself. Seriously though, a serious monolog can be seriously amusing.




Oh well, everytime I see these gloves a warm feeling starts to spread - the warm feeling a kid has on cold winter evenings, feelings as though coldness could never creep into a young body protected by a fathers warmth. I remember my father coming home from work and he took off his gloves and we kids could slip them on and the preheated warmth would come across the small kids fingers.