Ok so the title kind of gives it away, it wasn't the DD I was straddling, I was learning to ride a bike.
Ten years ago I had a lesson but now it's serious; I must learn to ride a bike before Isobel does!
I mean since that lesson ten years ago, I can ride a bike; if by ride you mean propel a bicycle from A to B without falling off. But, if by 'ride' you mean go in a straight line, with minimal wobbling and be confident enough to lift hand and look over shoulder (as is necessary to turn a corner), well that is another matter.
( I wasn't even sure about the ability not to fall off after 4 years of bottom not touching saddle)
I wobble, I weave, I grip the handle bars so tightly I think my knuckles will burst out of my skin.
I have never ridden on a road (lots of lovely cycle paths in the borough of Richmond) and to fulfill the image in my head of me in a summer frock cycling to yoga or taking babe and picnic on the back, well I'm a long way off. Even after that 2 hour lesson kindly paid for by the City of London.
I have to practice, which is cool, but hard to do when you can't take babe, and if can't practice can't get confident enough to take babe...
I have two weeks before the next lesson and the DD wants to be able to take me out on a proper ride!