The Weight Of The World, London

Nothing to report this week at all, just all the usual - commuting, work, cooking, sleeping and repeat. Highlight or possible lowlight, depending on if you have a black sense of humour, was very nearly being run over by a motorcyclist on a pedestrian crossing! Had the squealing  brakes, the skid and the very sudden stop about two inches from my face - and then he swore at me, the bastard! Still it was an easy mistake to make - it's not as if the crossing was lit, or the belisha beacons were flashing bright orange - oh, wait a second.............