Ordeals on Wheels

Laura and I have been having a bit of bad luck while out wheeling around the city this week. On Tuesday morning, walking back after dropping the girls off at school, one of the wheels came off her pushchair! I walked the rest of the way tilting, leaning, in a very strange looking position!

And then that afternoon, about 3:30 in the glorious sunshine we took a bike ride through the park toward the playground. While passing the duck pond in the middle of a big stretch of open grass I had to shout at these two people, "Oi! You've been caught! In the park! That's illegal!" They sure scuttled off in a hurry.

And in a last rant, I would like Donald Trump to show us HIS birth certificate, I think that he should be required to prove that he was born on a golf course before he is allowed to use his monstrous personality to persuade the local planning authorities to allow him to build a monstrous golf resort up the road from me.

There, now that's off my chest, I can concentrate on the Royal Wedding!