I'm going to bed early tonight because I'm dead tired. Which brings me onto today's anecdote ...
As I was driving to work this morning, some nitwit in a white Toyota Hiace van turned onto the road in front of me, causing me to brake heavily to avoid a collision.
I wasn't amused.
Normally, I would have sounded the horn in a firm but polite manner to indicate that something was amiss. But I didn't—largely because I was so surprised by the idiocy of the manoeuvre that I didn't think of it. Just as well.
The big white van had turned out of the hospital car park. When I had recovered from its sudden materialisation in front of me, I noticed that the rear window was blacked out. And on it was a stencilled logo ... advertising a local undertaker.
I hope the body was strapped in tightly.
