… crossing Lambeth Bridge (southbound) just after 7:20 this morning:
If you must drive over a zebra crossing when I’m attempting to cross it (and believe me, you are not alone in this) then would you at least have the decency to pretend you can’t see me? Your cheery wave and grin as you whizzed past did my mood no good at all.
And to the driver on the northbound side, who hooted at the driver who did have the temerity to slow down (slow down, note, not stop) so I could cross in safety: there are no words.
Actually there are a lot of words but this is a family blog so I will refrain from using any of them.