When I’m out and I see two oldies on their scooters together, I automatically think ‘sweet, a race!’. The oldies suddenly morph into ultimate speed machines, hunching forward with their faces showing determination and desire to win. Gone are the trousers and shawls, they are now dressed in leather with biker helmets and goggles. They rev their little scooters and flames shoot out the exhaust. All the while focused on being the first one to get their script filled at the pharmacy.

This all happens in about 30 seconds, in my head. I always root for the underdog. Slow and steady…

Indi has been awake for three hours, it’s 4.40am. This is where my brain is.

Much love peeps xxx