No I'm talking about the impatient and the "I have somewhere to go brigade."
On Saturday on the M25 I saw one of the most dangerous moves ever. I will call this the banana or slingshot manoeuvre. There was lots of traffic around and I was travelling in the middle lane of three, happily overtaking vehicles in what I always refer to as the slow lane or the inside lane.
This car drove up the slow lane at speed and then proceeded to pull across behind me and into what I always refer to as the fast lane or lane three. He then drove in front of me and back into the slow lane just in time to leave the motorway. And they wonder why there are accidents.
Then there were the lane hoppers. As we approached the Dartford Tunnel there were signs indicating a 20 minute delay. This was just due to a serious amount of traffic. Vehicles insisted on switching lanes to try to gain a few seconds before switching again. This is absolute madness as the lines move at different speeds. One line may be stationary and another moving and then that process is reversed. So lane switching gains very little and sometimes can be counter productive and actually cost time.
I blame deadlines at times for bad road behaviour. Much of it is due to vans switching lanes and undertaking dangerous manoeuvres and this is often due to deadlines they are desperate to meet and the time demands put on them. I'm sure that when they are told to deliver 100 parcels in a day that traffic jams are not taken into account.
It all adds up to our roads becoming more and more clogged up and more and more dangerous
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Saw a fascinating piece on television about people who are petrified at the thought of going to the dentist. I have talked about dentistry from times gone by in the past where dentist surgeries were genuinely scary places.
I can still remember my boyhood dentist which was in an old house five minutes walk from my home. The waiting room was very dark and had a large table on which there resided some very old magazines that never seemed to change. The walls of the room were covered by very dark paintings which were probably worth a fortune. The owner of the house was elderly and lived upstairs with the dentist occupying the whole downstairs. The owners name was Jackson and the dentist was Mr Anson who was himself elderly and scary.
Now dental surgeries have modern furniture and ln the main are no longer the dark and dismal places of the past.
But there are still plenty of people petrified of going to the dentist. The man featured had served in the navy and walked through minefields but said that going to a dentist was much more scary.
Personally I would prefer going to have my teeth checked than walking through a minefield, but perhaps that's just me.
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Sometimes a subject for my blogs will be suggested to me by a bloggette.
At the wedding on Saturday were a number of bloggettes. Some people I know actually still read my blogs despite knowing me. Dear Peter who I used to work with at the police and who it turns out is Cousin Belinda's uncle and so appears on my family tree said something at breakfast and then said "that will appear in tomorrow's blog."
"It certainly will I replied," but I have forgotten what it was. So Peter if you are reading this do refresh my mind and I will do the honour of mentioning the subject.
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Granddaughter Poppy recently referred to me as "odd" which as I have said before I take as a huge compliment. She did add "in a nice way grandad."
I take this as a way of saying that I don't confirm to the normal and that I'm still a cheeky little schoolboy at heart. Grandson Elliot is more concerned with whether I can still spin a cricket ball.
I always said that when I got older I would like to be viewed as slightly eccentric. I don't think I'm quite there yet but I'm working on it and feel that my blogs are a tad eccentric. Don't know what you think about that.
Hope you enjoy some of today's photos. They were taken in the grounds of Saturday's wedding and also at the Derby where I was too busy soaking up the atmosphere to take too many pics.
There's also one of the arrest of the protestor which made the national news and which happened just in front of us. I was too interested in the action to take my own camera out. I suspect the photographs may have been sent to the press by Surrey Police who had a number of evidence gatherers in their ranks.
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It's going to be a very busy week for this odd person.
Today, I have to take my car in for a windscreen replacement. We got home from holiday to find a flat battery and a large crack in the windscreen. Whilst the car is being sorted I will get the bus into Norwich to sort a few things out there.
On Tuesday it's our twice monthly Forget Me Not Cafe where my job is mainly putting out and putting away tables and chairs and chatting to people. In the afternoon we will catch up via Skype with our American friends and find out whether Donald Trump is going to end up being president or a jailbird.
On Wednesday, there's a special meeting of Hethersett Parish Council to discuss the running of our new pavilion. The keys are due to be handed over on Friday. Wednesday is also our latest Old Farts lunch.
On Thursday I have what I refer to as a day from hell but in a nice way. By that I mean a day so busy that I scarcely have the chance to draw breath. It will start with two hours of tennis and then there's a Norfolk Family History Society Trustees' Meeting, followed by an art exhibition which features a friend of ours and in the evening I'm hosting the latest writers group meeting.
And amongst all that there is gardening to do, blogs to write, two magazines to put together and various other chores. Doesn't seem likely that I will have time to eat or sleep.