The cat has made it out of the tree, although it now appears to be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and consequent digestive issues. Nice.
Millie was absolutely delighted to be picked up by bike yesterday evening, and loudly informed all of her friends that she was travelling home on three wheels. She donned her hi-vis vest and helmet and we set off on the roads of Reading. It was... somewhat nerve-wracking. She did pedal, telling me "Mummy, you don't have to ask me if I'm pedalling because I always am!" But she does have a tendency to twist round on the bike if she passes something interesting, and that sends the bike off balance, which is alarming, to say the least. She also terrified a few people by shouting "HELLO!" to them as she was passing.
Cars gave us a very wide berth, indicating that we looked as unstable as we felt. Having regularly been the car driver in these situations, I felt a little guilty at the terror we were putting them through as they crept past us.
I altered our normal route home slightly, to take in some of the quieter roads, and overall, the journey was a success, in that we made it home without any major accidents.
This morning has been less successful. I have an appointment at our London showroom this afternoon, and given the timing of it there is no way I can get back to Reading, get a taxi to the office, get changed, bike up to collect Millie, get home and then leap in the car to fetch Josie before the nursery closes, so to Millie's huge disappointment the bike has had to stay at home today. We'll resume the experiment tomorrow.
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