Bicycle

Yesterday’s corner time: 3 Minutes.

A better day – I’ve cut down on the cursing. However, I have a problem saying a few other words, for example:

Radiator - I pronounce it Radiolator.
Hippopotamus – I pronounce it Hippomotimusus.
Bike – I pronounce it Dyke.

Normally, this doesn’t pose any problems but yesterday was different. As it was a nice, sunny day, we stopped to have a drink outside a pretty country pub.

My Dad got himself a beer, Mum a cider and me a Coke. Becca already had her own juice cup as she still isn’t civilised enough to have a drink like the rest of us.

The Pub faces out onto a lane and every time a cyclist went past, I shouted out “Dyke!”. This was fine until two rather butch women cycled past. My Dad almost choked on his beer.

The two women stopped dead in their tracks, turned around and cycled back towards where we were sat. My parents tried shrinking under the table but there wasn’t time.

Both Mum and Dad were given a lecture on tolerance and celebrating diversity. My Dad tried to explain but wasn’t given a chance before the two women cycled off in a huff.

Celebrating Diversity? Is that like Christmas or Diwali? I’ll celebrate anything if it involves presents.

Anyway, Dad has asked me to try to say bicycle instead.

Matthew.

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