Where on earth is that helmet? It can’t be that far away. Surely? It’s been a while since I wore it last mind you. But I’ve looked under the bed. In the hall cupboard. The bottom of my wardrobe. Even up in the attic. No trace. I’m beginning to get frustrated. And annoyed. Annoyed with myself. Since I should have been more organised. If I had started getting my things ready last night, then I would probably be on top of things. Then again, I feel as if I have exhausted everywhere that damned helmet could possibly be.
Then all at once it comes to me. I remember. I lent it to my sister. Well, that’s no good. Shelly lives forty miles away and Darren is due to pick me up in half an hour!
Almost half an hour later I hear the doorbell. I open the door to Darren, dressed in my leathers.
“You wouldn’t have a spare helmet would you?” I ask.
“What the…..?” Darren gazes at me, a puzzled look on his face.
It’s only then that I realise Darren isn’t wearing biking gear. He’s got on shorts, a t-shirt and walking boots.
“I thought we were going biking for our date?”
Darren shakes his head, attempting not to laugh. “I said hiking, not biking!”
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