Black ice on the school run. Abandoned. Put the spikes on (Kenda Klondike XT) now so normal service resumes tomorrow.
Forgot to mention a nutty human encounter on the way back from the morning school drop off yesterday: I had slowed to talk to a friend walking in the same direction. Coming towards us, an elderly lady walking her dog started yelling at me, ‘Are you a man or a mouse?’ She spat at me. She was quite clearly very angry about something ‘I’ had done. When I stopped, I saw the realisation that she had mistaken me for someone else wash over her.
Turns out she thought I was her window cleaner! She apologised and tiptoed off. I really want to know if it was a ‘Mills & Boons’ romance with her window cleaner gone wrong. I’m too frightened to ask the fierce little witch though.