Gerry Attrick
Lincolnshire Mountain Rescue Consultant
accept they make mistakes?
Mrs A and I were cycling serenely down a sparsley populated lane tonight when a looney in a tin box reversed out of a drive immediately in front of us causing us to brake heavily. Being a placid sort of chap, I resisted the temptation to yell obscenities and merely raised my arm in an exasperated type of gesture. This was met by a long sounding of the moton's horn, presumably berating us for merely being on "his" road.
Why can't these eejits just accept that occasionally they c**k up?
Mrs A and I were cycling serenely down a sparsley populated lane tonight when a looney in a tin box reversed out of a drive immediately in front of us causing us to brake heavily. Being a placid sort of chap, I resisted the temptation to yell obscenities and merely raised my arm in an exasperated type of gesture. This was met by a long sounding of the moton's horn, presumably berating us for merely being on "his" road.
Why can't these eejits just accept that occasionally they c**k up?