swee'pea99
Squire
Starkly contrasting with Accy's account of the sleepy hamlet that is Accrington, our journey to Wood Green in the further reaches of the frenzy that is that there North London was rudely interrupted last night, and I shaken out of my daydreaming, by my missus braking to a halt, saying: "Look at this! Get your phone out!" Unfortunately I was too slow witted to do the latter but I did manage the former, looking up to see an oncoming car stopped at a zebra crossing, which was what had caused my wife also to stop, with a pigeon striding across the crossing, for all the world like a regular upright citizen, except 9" tall. Having stopped, my wife could hardly then ignore it and drive on, so we sat there while it calmly continued its progress across the crossing till it reached our side of the road and walked off up the pavement.
