This morning
Was sat downstairs eating my breakfast, for I am a dirty student and in the habit of not getting up any earlier than 11am unless I really have to. However today I had to get up early to help build the greyhound run.

There's this neighbour of ours, who I shall call L, who likes to drive fast in his car. Now, I'm currently at my parents house, which happens to be out in the sticks, so a Land Rover or other 4x4 is almost a necessity in most kinds of weather and then definitely becomes required in heavy flooding/snow/etc. L does not have such a thing. He only has a crappy Rover.

Also, L dislikes animals. Especially of the small variety. Birds he absolutely hates although everyone's not sure why.

This incident was almost like divine retribution. L is bombing it down our road, which isn't really a road, more like a glorified single-lane dirt track, about a hundred feet past our house, when he startles a few birds in the hedgerow. They fly out in front of him, and he carries on, seemingly trying to hit them. He does hit one, and it goes under his wheel. The wheel spins, and L somehow stays on the road. For all of twenty seconds or so. For a deer has launched itself out of the hedgerow and across the road and L has had to swerve to avoid it. However, possibly because of the dead bird lubricating one of his wheels, he swerves more than is usual and ends up burying his car partly in the ditch, partly in the hedge, not very much on the road.

Hah. Karma at its finest.
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 13:16, 2 replies)

Awww...
Poor birdie!
(lofichic, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 14:06, closed)

ooo...
that's made me think I know how 4 wheel drives became a status symbol for rich persons - because it implies you have a house in the country.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 15:09, closed)