planes trains and almost automobiles

Today, I almost died. Here’s how.

It’s been eight years since I traded in the Thunderbird for trains, tubes and taxis. Since I gave up private transport for the public kind. I know I sometimes moan about queues and time tables but the truth of it is, I enjoy being able to hail cabs from my doorstep and catch trains to the continent from just around the corner.

This morning I paid a visit to Burberry (because it’s not considered cheap and chavy on this side of the pond) and the Cheesecake Factory (because he hasn’t been able to get it out of his mind since reading this blog). On a whim I decided to drive. Pulled out onto the left side of a right sided street – i.e. the wrong side of a very busy road – and was reminded that, for the moment, I’m no longer in Blighty.

Blimey!