After an absence of over two months, I have returned to the world of blogging. Hopefully regularly.
Since my last post, the summer happened. As did the return to school and a large number of events attached to both. I won’t talk about these.
Instead I’ll devote this blog to the subject of driving.
Since my last blog, I have started driving and have discovered three things:
First: When put in a car, everyone becomes a bastard. I know I’m not a skilled and knowledgeable driver yet, but I can bloody well tell when someone does something terrible on the road. For example, that blind and stupid 4x4 driver who cut me up on the A381, subsequently receiving a long blast of the Suzuki Swift’s horn, delivered by my driving instructor. Who was in fact sat in the passenger seat.
Second: Towns are dangerous and confusing places. Enter with caution.
Third: Even when faced with a convoy of three cars, fronted by a learner driver, in a car with a 3ft triangle plastered in red “L”s on the roof. Grockels will not reverse 50 yards down a country lane to a passing place. And will happily force aforementioned learner and accomplices to reverse for several hundred miles, so that they do not have to scratch their BMW in the hedge.
I knew Grockels were stupid, lazy and irritating, but that takes it to the extreme.
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