tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544350331773070065.post6651657370801925729..comments2023-06-07T12:34:32.441-04:00Comments on Throwing Away the Breadcrumbs: what I did not do tonight and whyAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278161038981079553noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544350331773070065.post-3249552352550761422008-05-14T20:22:00.000-04:002008-05-14T20:22:00.000-04:00But without the basket, I cannot do my grocery sho...But without the basket, I cannot do my grocery shopping.<BR/><BR/>I can't sort out this right-side wrong-side thing when I'm cycling. On a bike, I'm so used to the kerb on the left. It's just weird the other way. You should have seen the face of the school bus driver in Saskatoon as I approached closer and closer on his side of the street. Some people should not be allowed on the roads.Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17278161038981079553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544350331773070065.post-42714459423802516472008-05-14T13:18:00.000-04:002008-05-14T13:18:00.000-04:00Oh, lord, that is a sad story. The trials of learn...Oh, lord, that is a sad story. The trials of learning a new city. <BR/><BR/>May I suggest knitting some reflective gear before you head out on the wrong side of the street again? We cannot afford to lose Amber. The basket, yes.Allison Fairbairnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03167112244834805568noreply@blogger.com