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| By sueas | ||||||||
| 11 January 2007 | ||||||||
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9.30 am meeting with the Leadership this morning. Didn’t get to know about it until 5.20 pm yesterday. Typical of the bossman. It gets so that you just depair. Got to the junction of the main road out of the village which would leads to the round about where it joins the dual carriageway. Managed to get in front of a yellow car, something like a VW Beetle, but smaller. It was yellow. Not an eye straining painful yellow, but a sick, vomit coloured yellow, or would you call it green? And it was shiny. Must be new but didn’t notice the number plate. Who’d want to drive round in a vomit coloured car? Who cares, it shines, it’s new and sitting inside looking out who cares what colour it is ? Probably a bargain too. There was a queue to get on to the roundabout. Turned up the radio then lit a cigarette. The woman in the car in front looks back through her rear view mirror. Did she look in disdain? Is it your car? Can you smell the smoke? What’s it to you. Or maybe she’s spotted the vomit and that makes her wrinkle her nose. Late. Got up late and took time to get ready, didn’t rush. Now sitting in a queue because of some idiot, probably, who can’t judge when to join the roundabout. The traffic begins to move. Get nearer to the roundabout. Just entered when a juggernaut pulls on in front. Jees, what’s he thinking. Managed to get on to the dual carriageway. There are flashing blue lights ahead. The traffic slows to a crawl. An accident, four cars – well 3 and one of those people carriers ( if they carry people what do cars carry?) All are off the carriageway, including the police and the ambulance. The traffic is slowing as drivers just want to gawp. Everyone gawps. No bodies on the ground but one man sitting in a police car with the policeman. No seriously bashed metal spotted. Hopefully no occupants are critically injured. Just quarter of an hour or so earlier and who knows? The traffic moves off again and on toward the motorway. No hitch here. Second set of lights are on red. Slow down, about to stop, amber then green. Move on to the motorway. Windy morning makes the rain spray hard on the windscreen. The traffic is fairly light. The sun looks a pale shade of orange through the dull clouds ahead, not piercingly bright, but muted in the dull sky. The fellow in front is breaking. He’s breaking hard. So is the person in the outside lane. Break, break, grip the steering wheel, pull at the steering wheel to stop the car. Foot hard on the break. Stopped. All traffic stopped. Switch on hazard lights. About six cars are in front. A woman is walking along the grass verge to the side of the hard shoulder. A black car is parked half on the verge, half on the shoulder. A bit further along is a police car. Lights flashing. Sit up, straining to see what’s happened. Nobody moving out of their cars. The woman doesn’t look particularly distressed, just muttering something and pointing at the road. Running up to her comes a swan. She backs away and the bird runs back onto the road. It turns and moves back to the hard shoulder with a sidelong glance at the stationary traffic. It flutters its wings a little. It’s laughing at us. The first car starts to move off, the bird runs back into the road – you don’t get away that easily. Don’t move you’ll frighten the swan, make the situation worse. The policeman is talking into his radio. He is walking slowly towards the bird, keeping a distance. Where is Bill Oddie when you need him? The policeman slowly walks around the swan, the bird trots back towards the verge followed by the policeman keeping a safe distance. Slowly they walk to the verge. The bird turns and waddles along the length of the verge. Then it stops. Looks toward the shrubs at the side of the verge and moves towards them. The policeman signals for the cars to move off. Where did that come from? Aren’t they usually in twos? Do swans run, trot, walk or waddle? Eventually get to the car park. No spaces in the long stay. Try both short stays – no spaces. Over at the supermarket there are spaces. 2 hours maximum stay but it’ll do for now. Park in a space behind a large, gleaming, metallic beige saloon. Very big boot, very posh car. Pull on the hand break. Collect files and coat from the back seat. Turn to face the front. The driver of the saloon has the car in reverse gear. It stays in reverse gear. Shuffle in the seat to attract attention. Press the car horn lightly. In reverse, seat belt being applied. Press again. The driver’s looking forwards, ready for the off. Press, press, Pressssssssss. Smash, crunch. Foot hard on the accelerator, automatic in reverse. Big dint in the front of the car. Switch off hazard lights. 9.25 am.
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