Husband is thinking of selling Brian, the convertible Beetle, and buying a motor-bike. I blame House.
I pointed out that, while on his push-bike searching for George this evening, he went head over handle-bars and maybe he should reconsider. He retorted that he only falls off when he's on uneven ground. 'I only fall off on roads when someone hits me. Or I go over a pothole.'
I'm thinking he can't have studied Swansea's road surfaces recently.