There is a man cycling towards me.
Well, I say man, I mean 'complete imbecile'.
He is reading something. Yes, that's right, he is reading a letter and he is cycling towards me. About twenty feet away, he manages to cross a road without looking up and wobbles across the cycle lanes into mine.
Ten feet away I shout. It's not so much that he's going to crash into me, I can easily avoid that, speeding down the hill as I am. It's more that there's a busy road he's heading towards, with quite a steep curb and I can just see him tumbling out in front of the oncoming suburbanite's 4x4.
He grins and mutters sorry.
Your life I say.
The second trip to the dental hygeinist in as many weeks isn't so bad, although my teeth are a bit sensitive this time, so I wince a bit more. She is horrified at the state of my cheeks and calls the dentist down to have a poke. You have to give me another 40 quid, he says, or I'll start taking teeth!
