Dust Yourself Off

I could tell that I was back in France. I fell off my bike. It was on an uneven road surface. They were digging up the road again. They are always doing that in France. The country will be lovely when it is finished.

France - Work in Progress

I prepare for my mishaps, usually waiting until I have an audience. They look at me with pity, sprawling on the ground, and think "Pauvre Chap, he'll never make it to the end of the road".

But I wobble off again into the sunset. Percy Veering, it's my middle name