I was going to write something serious today, I think. But as I was walking along this evening, thinking about the serious thing I was going to write about, something happened.
I wheeled my baby’s buggy through some dog poo.
My heart sank. (I’d been trying so hard to avoid it, winding us in all directions at the very last minute, that I ended up winding us right into it.) Determined to avoid the hassle of ten minutes spent cleaning dog poo off the wheel by hand before baby and I even made it through the front door (it was also raining), I promptly wound us once again into a puddle on the pavement, wheeling the buggy back and forth in an effort to clean it…
Meanwhile, three men in leathers with motorcycles stood by me watching my desperate antics.
And then one asked if I was OK – I think I looked like a mad woman with a mysteriously stuck buggy.
I looked up from my cleaning antics, and explained to the man that I was trying to clean dog poo off my buggy wheel. And this is the unbelievable part. My biker man then got down to his knees to examine my buggy wheel and began to manually (no gloves) examine my soiled buggy wheel.
We were then able to establish that it was, for all intents and purposes, actually now quite clean.
This knight in leathered armour then got to his feet again to see me off.
Of all the beautiful things in the world, getting down on your knees in the rain to help clean dog poo off a strange lady’s buggy wheel with your bare hands – just because she seems to be in some distress – has to be one of the most beautiful.
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