The day begins with a bang and ends with a banger.
We’re late, very late for our morning walk. Blame the snow; blame waiting in for a delivery. Blame the traffic which is now into so called rush hour and Monty and I are waiting to cross the road leading to the countryside.But don’t blame the poor people struggling to work. At last, a posh silver Land Rover slithers and splashes to a halt, I give the customary but genuinely grateful wave to the driver. But as we pass in front of the vehicle it lurches forward and I bang on the bonnet in panic. I’ve a momentary glimpse of that oval green bonnet badge and a woman in a headscarf and she’s on the phone. We escape by inches and see that the “four-by” had stopped, not for one man and his dog,but for another car emerging from a side road.. The driver of a black BMW has seen it all and stops to ask if we’re OK. Yes, we are, but thank-you-for-stopping. That’s the Bang bit.
Our walk isn’t much fun today. I think we’re lucky to be doing it at all and we’re very careful traversing the board-walk along the riverside. On the way back we call in at the vet’s for Monty’s booster jab. We’re in the waiting room when an elderly lady with a fat little Scotty comes in to the reception desk. She wants a bag of “slimming food” so that the little boy will lose some weight. It is patiently explained to her that regular exercise as well as sensible eating would help a lot. “Well he does eat sensibly - he has a pack of best organic sausages every morning.” We can almost hear the receptionist rolling her eyes. And that’s the banger bit.
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