In my journal entry for October I wrote about the bicycle I had ordered.
When I realised that my old bike needed replacing, I ordered a new one. Like many other people, I placed my order at the height of summer. But in this corona year the company that builds these bikes had fallen way behind with their orders. As summer turned to autumn, there was no sign of the new bike.
Until today, nearly four months later, on the coldest day of the year so far, when an SMS popped up on my mobile phone. It read, “Your bicycle is now ready to be collected.”
I needed no second bidding. I dropped what I was doing – I was cleaning the bathroom, so it wasn’t difficult to drop it – grabbed my helmet and hopped on the bus to the bike shop. An hour or so later I came out of the shop, and cautiously rode the new machine home.