A small motor car came right up my drive this afternoon into my car park and stopped. Ah, visitors! Wonder who it can be! But as I watched no-one got out of the car. After a while it went forward a bit, then back a bit. It seemed to be attempting to turn round, not a difficult manoeuvre in a 25ft vehicle, so why it was proving hard in this little car I don't know. I went out. The driver was a young female, clearly flustered.
"Is this Back Lane?" "No, it's my back yard." "Oh I'm sorry. It's my satnav! It's always doing this!"
After much hand waving from me she managed to turn round, and off she went.
Back Lane is about 400 metres further down the road. I wonder if the satnav really was to blame.
I wonder what her business was on Back Lane. Was she perhaps a nurse, come to administer a dose-critical injection? Or maybe she was a social worker, visiting someone to decide whether to take their children away. Or she could have been from the council, measuring up for a disability ramp with a one metre dressmaker's tape.
The last one actually happened, here at this house, so I'm not exaggerating.
My point, I suppose, is that seems to be too many young women roaming around with no common sense and too much power.
Bill