A funny thing happened on the way to school

That's a complete and utter lie.

Last week we bought a trike from one of LaLudette's friends. It's possibly the last thing we need in order for the neighbours to call us hippies. OK maybe we need a goat as well but you get the idea.

We've been using it to get the middle two to school and nursery most days with the occasional trip to the supermarket thrown in. It's hellish to ride at first after being used to riding a mountain bike standing up, leaning into corners and basically being a poor mans Danny MacAskill. I'm getting used to it though.

Or rather I was until I got a puncture on the way to pick Erica up. This meant she had to walk home and I had to somehow push the bike back home whilst taking the wait off the burst wheel so that the weight of the trike didn't ruin the tire or rim. My back was killing me by the time I arrived home.

In better news Chris was offered an apology of sorts from Braehead this evening. Hopefully the change of policy for photography will be included at all their shopping centres rather than just Braehead.