So it just keeps on a coming. Another whopping donation which is worth more than the paper it’s printed on. Because it comes with the good stuff. Jam tart, etc.
For those who know Emma, she’s a succinct one. Not inclined to the fluff and the froth of, well, people like me.
Nick is very similar.
Consider his response to my support request – Bang, here’s your bucks.
Then later…
“I think I’ve missed something somewhere between my meatball sub lunch yesterday and handing over $10 in support of women’s AFL in Qld. You’d like me to describe a woman who has inspired me somehow but preferably using a bike? Is this right?”
Darn tooting Mr Nick.
So here’s the outcome:
“My friend Claudia is in Italy at the moment cycling around with her mother. From Claudia’s boyfriend’s reports, the escapade is going well except Clauds’ mum gets a bit antsy around maps. When I heard this my first thought is that I am not always very well behaved when maps are present. I refuse to get a sat nav thingy because I LOVE maps, but this doesn’t mean I’m always so reasonable when it comes to map-reading behaviour. So hearing of Clauds’ commitment to sharing a unique experience with her mother, for embracing the idea of a cycling holiday in a mountainous nation when she isn’t a renowned cyclist herself, for being far more patient than most daughters or sons would be with a menopausal map-reader, and for eating her weight in buffalo mozzarella daily and still getting back on that bike, I would like Claudia to be recognised.”
This is how I see that situation.
I’m feeling it.
I am actually. Really feeling it.
eleanor j jackson 