Breakfast is not coming quickly enough for our self-proclaimed expert on fruit, vegetables and dessert, so he makes a start on the uncooked porrige oats. Scooter tries to deny that he has eaten any, but the fact that the table and floor have been scattered with rolled oats and he is still chewing is somewhat of a giveaway.
Later Hub comes home with his decrepit push bike. He tinkers around with it and then all goes quiet. A few minutes later he knocks on the back door.
He’s all sweaty and puffing away. It turns out he’s had a quick spin on the bike.
“You’ve only been gone five minutes, you can’t have gone that far” I point out
“Er, round the block” he admits
“Perhaps you ought to work up to riding to work” I suggest
“If you think you can do better, you feel free to try it” he challenges.