I scared the life out of a BMW driver tonight. He pulled out in front of me at a roundabout, realised he’d cut things a bit fine and swerved onto the grass verge. I, proceeding in an unhurried manner, just looked quizzical. Fortunately it was dark, as my quizzical look is not one for the faint-hearted.
He was never in any danger because we weren’t going fast. I think he was probably a bit tired, misjudged it and then misjudged it again when he saw me.
A moment later we were in the car park where a woman was standing on her head. Yes, you read that correctly.
She was wearing baggy trousers so she could have been a circus act (they have them staying at the Travelodge from time to time) or she may just like nocturnal yoga.
It must have been a surprise to Number Two Son, who let out a squeak. After a sporting career playing Number 8 and Loose Forward he doesn’t squeak easily.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m in a Dali painting.
You have some real adventures, Quercus!
Some days are better than others.
It’d be more fun to be a Dali jewel–those are ace, and easier to tell if you’re one since you would have gems etc. stuck on bits of your face and would look valuable and yet amusing in the mirror.
I didn’t know he did jewels so I’ve looked them up – agree with you – they excellent things.
I think that we are all living in a surreal world at the moment.
PS I think we need a selfie of the quizzical look.
I will get onto it, though the eye angles with selfies always tend to make me look demented anyway.
There are some strange things happening, that’s for sure.
Yes, a bit Dali-ish!
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I was looking for the train emerging from the wall. What a night!
Lol, as the young folk say. It was that sort of night.
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Does sound rather surreal!
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Quite a day!
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