Und tausend Elefanten brechen aus

A while ago I realised that, if I'm going to cycle safely along roads with people on them (particularly that bit in Reading which lots of pedestrians mistakenly believe is "no cycling") I need a bell.

I am a Serious Cyclist so I went to Tiger, the mysterious Everything Shop in Ealing Broadway, and splashed out £1 on a ( bright green bell )

Anyone got any salmon? Lovely...

Goodness me. I've just worked out how the rest of the world feels.

Ninety-nine times out of a hundred when I quote some kind of proverb or childhood saying, people look at me funny. They claim that instead of repeating a perfectly sensible saying, I'm spouting utter nonsense.

But today a colleague has just assured me that any injury, when he was a child, was greeted by the not-at-all-consoling remark "don't worry, there'll be a pig's foot there in the morning".

Weirdo.

And contrary to telling children rubbish about trotters to terrify them (apparently it did), we also have the truths we try to conceal from children. No, don't worry, eating pips from fruit is fine. They won't grow inside you. It can't happen. Oh, except for that guy in the US who grew a pea plant in his lung.

On a cold and frosty morning

Today's burning question: ( mulberries. Why? )