How to choose your shaving foam

 

I've got a brilliant technique for choosing my next can of shaving foam. Working on the principal that no matter what properties that the manufacturers claim for the product on the can, all shaving foams are fundamentally the same, then I use the reliable indicator of the colour of the cap. That is something that they cannot lie about – it is patent and obvious. So I always try to find a shaving foam which sports an unusual tint to the lid. It makes no difference to my shaving but it does brighten up my bathroom.

 

Sunset on the icicles.

 

Confined as I am to the house because of recent events,
I find myself looking out of the window.

Fox: 1 Cyclist: 0

 

 

Badly bruised, strained shoulder, no bones broken. mild concussion.

 

Cold, solid tarmac is very hard at 10 mph.

I hope the fox has a headache.

The moon on the sea?

 

 

No, not the moon on the sea, it is the moon reflected in the field at the side of the road. There is always a bald patch in the crops here and now you can see why.

Not the time and place to have a puncture.

 

 

 

But then, I suppose there is no convenient time and place to have a puncture except, perhaps, in your nice warm shed equipped with a bicycle repair stand and all your tools.

Just in case it is not apparent, the white stuff on the lane is frozen snow charmingly spread on a layer of ice, punctuated by solid ice puddles and gaily decorated with random stretches of black ice.

Roll on Summer!

Last one in bed, switch off the light.

 

 Or do sheep always sleep with the light on?

 

I bought a new alarm clock.

 

 

I bought a new alarm clock to replace my current clock which was almost apologetic in its function and really did not want to awaken me. It made an electronic beep which could easily have been a chaffinch chirping about one hundred yards distant.

So I purchased a clock with a proper bell on it. In keeping with the functioning of the old clock, the delivery person deposited the box in my front porch and then stole away without signalling his delivery. I suppose he was also unwilling to awaken me.

Or was he embarrased by the size of the box that Ikea had used?