While I was waiting by the staff lifts, a colleague was talking about her boyfriend, George, and when she started going out with George she had to give up cycling as he doesn't like cycling and won't even get on a bike. And since they moved in together there is no room in their flat for her bike. I thought, that's a shame, and, "On your bike, George".
I was trying to think of my earliest memory. I never believe people who say, "Oh, I was in the pram, and I remember people peering in". I don't think I have one memory I can confidently say was the earliest, as a few of them belong to a specific period, but one of them might have been of a corridor off the main hall at nursery school, and seeing a very wide broom there leaning against the wall. It must have been the caretaker's. The corridor was very clean, and filled with natural light. The main hall was where all the activity took place, where we played, made lots of noise and sat on the floor to listen to stories being read out.
I heard a story today about a famous gourmet who liked nothing better than to go down the pub and have a plate of baked beans.
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