Some days I just wonder. We were arriving home from a drive to the city.
After a wonderful drive. beautiful colours this year, despite those who said the drought would render it less so.
He tails us for 4 km, on our way home. Passes us on a double line, only to pull in to a home 500 m down the road.
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It's funny sometimes, in a sad sort of way.
Hari Om
...as I suspect you yourselves were not as a far as 500 kilometres from home, I am going to turn that into metres; and clearly the fella is not familiar with the percentages working against him (ie that most road accidents occur within 5kms of home). It's to do with complacency - which of course turns into idiocy as the thought of dinner takes over... There's a lot of 'em round here too. Never drive Dunoon when that commuter ferry docks! YAM xx
Yes, that's dumb.
You wonder if some of these guys know where they are.
I wonder sometimes how your hubby feels about the driving and the frequent trips. After all he needs all the energy he can get, to deal with his health problem. I hope he doesn't get exhausted in a way that affects his well-being.
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