Alder's Tone

On Tuesday night MOTS had to take her car in for an MOT test the following day, so I followed her to the garage with boy wonder in tow. On the High Street there was the usual double-parking, and as usual chaotic due to it being a Co-Op delivery wagon right next to a mini-roundabout.

MOTS gave way to the oncoming traffic that had right of way over her, I was two cars behind at this stage watching to see if there was a gap big enough for the three cars to get through. I was also aware of the pink Punto with pink flower stickers* on the side waiting to get out of a side street opposite the truck.

Then the gap opened up.

And out in front of MOTS darted the Punto. "Cheeky bastard" said Rich at work when I told him this. "And those are EXACTLY the same two word I used". Closely followed by the same words being repeated in the back seat. With a Scottish twang, of course - more like "Cheeky basta".

It was always going to be me. It was always going to be in the car. The only surprise is that it took so long.

* Note: This very girlie colouring was being driven by some big bald headed bloke who looked a bit of a hard-case. Seriously. Maybe that's why he wanted out, so nobody saw him driving his bird's car.