The life and times of purplekitten

I was going to write this last night, but ‘Becoming Jane’ had arrived from Amazon DVD rentals, so I was forced to watch it. Yum.
On the way home last night I encountered, as I often do, a herd of 50 or so stampeding joggers, occupying the whole of the pavement on the Braywick Road. This pavement is a cycle path and pedestrian walkway so we were all entitled to be using it. What amused me greatly was, as I approached, the lead jogger yelled ‘bike’ – a cry which was rapidly taken up by the rest of the herd as they veered out of my way. It put me in mind of a flock of sheep avoiding a predator, with the bleat of terror being propagated back through the herd, and I was forced to giggle crazily as I cycled past, no doubt adding to my reputation as a fearsome beast. Can’t be helped.