The road to nowhere...

Today I bore witness to possibly the height of lunacy and also intelligence on a level that quite honestly astounded me.

En route from my favourite Ooop North hair emporium sporting a far more suitably styled barnet and having tunnel vision ‘tea-blindness’ as I was on my way to Betty’s Ye Olde Tea Shoppe for some choice afternoon Earl Grey and delicacies of the distinctly cake variety with the excellent company of my mother; I happened upon a large roundabout.

My lightened mood was momentarily darkened by a lady in a little green Renault 5 travelling on the roundabout from the opposite direction, who obviously wasn’t doing anything to further the reputation of the fairer sex being the more superior road user. She was ambling round the roundabout at approximately 1.5 mph, so as I drove up apprehensively to give way, time seemed to hang in just the same way as when probably the best cup of tea you’ve ever made is tumbling haplessly toward the earth.

It wasn’t the fact that she was driving so slowly that had concerned me, oh no. It was the fact that she was halfway around the roundabout in reverse that had concerned me.

Normal play resumed to the sound of my fellow drivers’ airing their disapproval in a vociferous manner. It became apparent that said lady had missed her turning so rather than do what your or I would, given that we’ve obviously taken driving lessons and leafed through the Highway Code, that is drive round again, taking the correct turning as it presented itself. But no. She had missed and using all her intelligence decided it was the logical thing to do to reverse back to take the turning.

Unfortunately as I had since driven on my merry way I didn’t see the resultant heckling the lady received as she ambled her way up the dual carriageway, at 2.5mph... in the outside lane.