Not long before the ‘big jam’ we had to go through a section of road works – the inside lane of the motorway was coned off and there was a 50 limit in the remaining two lanes. Well, hubby drove along, keeping strictly to the speed limit
and pulled out to overtake a vehicle that was indicating left and slowing down. The guy stopped the car in the middle of the inside lane (the left one of the two open ones), got out of his car and walked through the cones to the hard shoulder. It was at this point that he got his wanger out and started watering the sparse grass that grows at the roadside (no doubt even sparser now). He left his car, with no hazard lights and just his indicators on, completely stopped, stationary, not moving, sitting as a target for unsuspecting twonks who aren’t paying attention, on the motorway. What kind of a wazzock does that – even if he was desperate he could have eased his way through the cones to pull off – they ain’t concrete after all. I’m wondering if he was in some way related to the mad alien bag lady ………..
<------distant relations-----> 
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