Tuesday was particularly stormy and I thought up the start of a good poem whilst riding my bike.
Being the genius I was, I had no pen and paper. That was stupid.
So I thought up the brilliant idea of using the recorder on my mobile and recording my voice saying the poem. So I spoke into my mobile as I cycled. All was fine (if a little on the precarious side).
Then I cycled down a road to the shore. By this time the storm had moved overhead, virtually stranding me.
What are the three things you should avoid in a storm? Tall things (a monument of a cross), metal (my bicycle), and water (the sea). I was near all three!
After a while, I realised how stupid I had been again. I could have just entered the poem into a text!