The drive is finally done and looks great, although the chippings are still quite loose and need a good rain and being driven on a few times to bed them in. Apparently, two tonnes of bitumen alone has gone on to the drive, as well as a lorryload of stone chippings! I’ll have to sort out a few photos and show you, it’ll take a while though and I can’t quite be bothered as yet. Which is not the right attitude, but it’s not that interesting except to me, let’s face it, so I don’t suppose you mind.
I drove over to Beccles to pick up my friends to take them to Norwich for lunch, but one of them wasn’t feeling well so it was just her sister. On the way home, a car was waiting in a side road to my left (that is, on my side of the road, we being quite peculiar in this country and driving on the wrong side of the road), angled to go across the road and turn right. As I approached, it moved forward a little so I slowed and prepared to move slightly to the middle of the road to give it a wide berth. And then, far too late for me to stop, it pulled out right in front of me. I cannot think what the idiot driver had on her mind, I don’t think she saw me at any time. Her complacent face didn’t look towards me at all as I braked and swerved. If I hadn’t already slowed, I’d have gone right into her at 50mph. And if the side road had not had a widely splayed entrance, I’d have hit her rear. As it was, I had room to miss her. Lilian and I looked at each other. “Good as a mile, hey,” I said. I’m finally, several hours on, starting to feel a bit shaken. Still, onwards and upwards. It didn’t happen.