Boys will be boys and ya gotta laugh.
YoungB recently bought a new motorbike, to replace a beloved older one. The youngish seller admitted that continuing to ride the bike meant significant risk of losing all points remaining on his driver's licence, which he needed for his employment. The bike was sitting in the shed and doing not much. He thought that was a waste. So, rather than take unnecessary risks, he sold it.
You've gathered that it's a fun bike with which it is easy to exceed the speed limit. It sure is. YoungB didn't precisely lose his remaining points. Just his licence. Immediately. For six months. Luckily, he doesn't need a licence for his work. He is going to be very fit by the time he's ridden his treadley to work - and home again - four days out of five for that length of time. If he then goes for a recreational ride or a long walk, as he sometimes does, then he'll be getting muscles on his muscles.
For a variety of reasons, this means that I am presently the only licensed driver in the household! I sit here head in hands, the glare of my halo reflecting from the computer screen, as I ponder the essential idiocy of blokes on bikes. It's hilarious. But, really?!
It is greatly to my credit - I say! - that I am not making an absolute meal out of this situation. I don't mind being the driver and, now that I'm retired, I'm even prepared to do extras of the "one per parent per day pick-up" should it be required after flat tyres on the treadley. YoungB always carries a spare tube and a gas canister, meaning that he was able to patch up a recent puncture. As he rightly points out, the roads he rides are generally good but there is a lot of loose junk at the edges. If he'd encountered a second rogue screw on the same day, the sag wagon would have rolled for sure.
Unexpected interruptions - rescheduled appointments, new appointments, mechanical problems, life in general - have made it difficult to capitalise on Fringe and Festival offerings this year. Visiting friends commented that, when you're where the happenings are, life does indeed go on much as ever; meaning that locals often miss out. If you're visiting, with the happenings the reason for the visit? You're far more likely to get to all the events, no matter what, because that's why you're there in the first place.
Unfortunately, one of our programmed events was cancelled. While that is less common, it happens; and COVID remains a consideration. Nonetheless, I've accompanied a friend to an evening performance by Escolania de Montserrat. The rest of us? Variously, we've been to see and hear bands and burlesque shows, laughed uproariously at comedy theatre, and factored in a family catch-up after tomorrow's musical outing. We're attending the daytime session so that we can capitalise on availability.
I hope you're managing to dodge the loose screws while you lap up the culture 
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