ROUGH ROAD

Ever had one of those days? Sounds like the start of a bad joke, doesn’t it, but in a way, that’s exactly how some days pan out. You know it. I know it. The sort of day where, if it was raining Hollywood starlets, I’d get hit on the head by Lassie.

My most recent should-have-stayedin-bed moment came the other day when I was heading into the big smoke to visit my mum who was in hospital recovering from surgery. And she wasn’t doing so hot. So, right from the off, I ‘m not in the best mood about the world in general and I have that horrible feeling that it’s only gonna take one more dickhead to appear in my cross-hairs and I’m going to wind up in front of a magistrate. The city traffic (which I avoid at all costs in normal circumstances) is not helping.

So there I am, sitting at a red light on a major three-lane arterial, trying to figure out how to organise a visit to a hospital in the midst of a COVID scare, wondering if the mouth-breather in the car next to me is going to dawdle away or lay rubber when the lights change (‘cos I’ve just worked out I need to change