my son was learning to ride his bike with no air in the tyres

I hadn't noticed. Neither had he. No one had said anything. Then mum took note. Black spaghetti round the wheels. Where the lord's supper meets the road. Watching your child on a bike Crumpled suits and sweat-stained collars Wake me up when I want to wake up I am without weapons I need to be rugby league braver Banjo string vulnerable A toddler was coming to visit our home. My son told me he was worried she would be scared. He will do alright in life.