So how’s 2013 treating everyone so far? I have to say I am completely baffled that it’s only the 6th day of the year and there is already blossom on a tree in our garden, very odd! And yesterday I was actually gardening because it was that mild out.
Something else that always baffled me, which kind of ties in with my little road rage rant not so long ago is people who only have one head light on their cars, that vexes me! About 75% of my journey home from work consists of no street lights so when a car is coming towards me with only one light it angers me and I’ve always wandered why the hell don’t they just get it fixed, a bulb is like a fiver which is nothing compared to another car smacking head first into you because he/she didn’t realise you were a car. Well the answer is simple, why would you know unless someone told you? And that’s when I realised I’d joined the world of hypocrisy. As I drove in to the work car park on Thursday morning, a bloke on a bike followed me in. A little weird I thought as it’s a private car park, what was even weirder was the fact he was a litte parculiar, he was rather a little reminicent of Rab C Nesbitt, now take that image and imagine Rab C Nesbitt riding the Wicked Witch of the West’s Bicycle (obviously before she was bright green in the land of OZ, I’m talking the kansas version!). He watched and waited for me to reverse in to my spot, also creepy as he flashed me a creepy smile which made me think of the guy from the Goonies and then rode up to my passenger side window, which I wound down whilst having 999 ready to dial on my mobile. Then the words came out of his mouth, “Did you know you’ve got a head light out”. NOOOOOOOOOOOO, I’d driven to work in the dark with one bloody head light, I couldn’t believe it. I’d also made the most hideous assumptions about the dude on the bike who did a good deed by informing me, other wise I would never have known, well probably untill I’d had the worst look and the police pulled me over but luckily that never happened. While I’m on the subject of other things that vex me while driving I realy should mention suicidal animals, seriously I’m driving along this country road, complete with horror movie quality house and out of nowhere a huge stag comes running out of the adjacent wood, I slam on my brakes and he just stands there starring at me before casually strolling into the field across the other side of the road, I mean the cheek, I nearly kill Bambi’s dad because he had some crazy death wish and then he has the nerve to give me the “Stare”, three mornings later on the same stretch of road, the same thing happens only this time it’s not Bambi’s Dad it’s his Mum, again I slam on my brakes and she stands there and stares at me, clearly the stags wife I’m guessing, then something I really didn’t expect, fifteen other Deer came out of nowhere and began to cross the road behind her, all the time whilst she stood there starring at me, once the last one had crossed she then followed, it really was, truely a spectacular sight.
I have to say it’s moments like that which have really helped with the sequel, I’ve re-written whole chapters purely because I’ve been inspried by my new environment, I would say a change of scenery is definately good for the writter in me. Not that I’m saying everyone should pack up and move to the country but for all you writers out there, I would say a change of scenery once in a while definately helps the Writers block!