D’you know what?

A few days ago, I turned on my indicator and prepared to turn right into the driveway of our home. Except I couldn’t.

Because I had suddenly spotted the big SUV behind me turning sharply to the right so as to drive both inside and around me, a trajectory that would more than likely bring it smash bang into the side of my car.

The towering behemoth started to make the turn, then jerked to a stop as the driver presumably thought twice about what the hell she was actually doing.

I stared open-mouthed at the woman, who was in such a rush that she really couldn’t wait the five seconds it would take for the car in front of her to turn into a driveway.

She stared back at me and raised her two hands in a ‘So what?’ gesture.

Look, maybe she didn’t mean ‘So what’?

How, in fairness, could I really know what she meant?

Maybe what this driver really meant was ‘Em, I’m so very sorry! What an amazingly stupid and dangerous thing to do! I could have hit you! I am so sorry for my insanely entitled and utterly thoughtless behaviour’.

Nope, I don’t think that’s what the driver was saying.

A few days earlier, I had turned out of the very same driveway to make the very short journey to our local pharmacy.

Seconds after I had driven out through........

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