The game of Oodi Weavers

Being on my own, I never ever assumed I would need a car! And all the tarred roads, curving nicely and the roundabouts (and consequently, a minimum of robots) were perfect for a motorbike.But the first bike I bought from a planner friend living in Oodi, BSA Lightning, burnt to ashes outside the President Hotel and a nice picture of the ashes appeared in the Daily News. However, I heard from a friend that Mr Dada had a reject from the police (wrong colour, blue instead of red). I immediately bought it although it was a bit small for my big body.

And I went to Oodi, again, visiting the weavers as I knew I soon had to move to a dwelling of 'my own' and would need tapestries, bedspreads and furniture of my liking (the GoB ones were distasteful) and I had seen a few nice items at John's place the week before. Apart from this, I was interested to see what the Swedish Gowenius couple had managed to create in Oodi.