Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Silly me. I forgot to add the more dramatic incident of Saturday, the journey to Tom’s. I only remembered it this morning when we were telling dad about it (he popped in to see if he had any letters, he didn’t).
Basically, we came out of our turning and there was a heap of traffic. Mum concluded that the local football (soccer to those of you who don’t understand English terminology) must have been playing at home that day. That’s what usually happens when there’s that much traffic. We got stuck in it. Now, that wasn’t so bad.
I noticed tome impatient person had parked on the pavement. We passed them. Then, a guy in his car came along the pavement (It must have been the same fool) with a woman in the passenger seat and another man in the back (probably his girlfriend and his mate ). Traffic was at a standstill and it seemed that, because he was so impatient he expected us to move. We couldn’t go anywhere. He started mouthing off, as if we could hear, and as if I cold get mum to move. He threw something at the car. Tom told us it was chewing gum. More mouthing off followed, during which I asked mum if she was able to lock my door on her side, seeing as he was on my side. He then threw what I thought was water but turned out to be ribena at the car. Getting impatient he forced his way into the bus lane, got about 2-3 cars ahead of us, blocked the traffic in all directions while he turned stopped when he got to us (now on mum’s side) and spat at the car. We actually found it rather immature and fumy. When we got home we gave the car a quick wash. So all ended well.
Now, let me think about that, mtpspur, I’ll see what a happy Bluebiird would blog about. But for now.

Bluebiird out.