If you try to get me out of bed in the morning you need to have a very good incentive. International flights will work. Domestic flights are good too. And food will get me up about five minutes before I really, really have to be up. But to already be up, and to ride your bike home from work at six -thirty a.m. after our last night shift, on a weekend morning, with the sun just poking itself up over the horizon and the air autumnally crisp is one of the loveliest things in the world to do. I de-docked my blue bike, loaded the pannier and slipped on my helmet. At that point I realised my ridiculously large earrings are actually made of metal. My helmet does up with a magnet. The left hand earring made a rapid swing and stuck fast to the chin strap. It meant my head was unable to move until I got back off the bike at the other end. Makes for awkward safety checks where you feel a millimeter more will pull the earring right out of the lobe. Fashion is hard, hard work.
Who wore it better?
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