This morning on the bus, a woman who was rather rotund of belly stood beside my seat, there being nowhere else to sit. A quick glance towards this paunch, and I was undecided as to whether she was in fact pregnant, or just, em, fat. For a couple of minutes, I debated whether or not to offer her my seat, but eventually decided that staying in my seat would spare embarrassment on both sides that would result if said bulge turned out to be excess lipids. Also, nobody else seemed to be in any rush to her assistance. So, I spent the remainder of the journey staring out the window. Nice morning it was too.

On an unrelated topic, those of you who are partial to tea and biscuits might do well to have a look at this site. It involves a trip to Ireland to look for the 'fabled' Kimberley Mikado biscuit. Fabled?