Following on from Thursday it seems that my spate of minor irritations are not quite over.
The boys had decided they were having a Napoleonic campaign on my living room carpet which meant I either had to go out or be consigned to the upstairs of the house.
I thought a slow morning and a lie in might be in order and I left instructions for people to arrive quietly. I was woken up by an early morning doorbell going off… So I read my book for while and then went out for my hair appointment then called back home for some lunch. The campaign was still going strong so I read my book for a little bit longer and then went out to a couple of stationary stores.
Whilst I was out I nearly got knocked over by a car!! I was walking across a zebra crossing when a car on the opposite side slowed down and then suddenly sped up onto the crossing. Luckily my spider senses were tingling and I was able to step back quickly before he hit me. The driver looking extremely shocked, but not half as shocked as me. He had missed me by millimeters.
When I got back the campaign was still going on and my evening meal was severely delayed because they didn’t leave until 7.30. Now I am on my lap top enjoying my lounge 
Hopefully that is the last of the irritations…
Aren’t we all pheasants on the road of life?
I am so glad you survived to write this post, CherryPie.
Ah yes and pleasant pheasants at that
I am so glad I survived too and I am not too keen on the idea of broken bones just before Christmas.
Oh, my god, Cherie. Glad you’re OK!
Thanks Welshcakes
I find pheasants to be the most stupid of birds (No link to you intended there CherryPie!, just to your picture). Either that or they are all suicidally depressed. No matter how hard I try to avoid them they seem determined to try to get hit. Despite their best efforts I haven’t hit one this year, so far, but our roads are littered with their carcasses. No wonder hunters love them, they probably fly towards the gun barrels
I totally agree they are stupid. There were about 30 of them on the road running along in front of the car. I wasn’t quite quick enough with my camera to catch them all.
Let me give you a cyber hug, CherryPie, and thank the gods that you’re with us. Next time the boys try to beat Napoleon, maybe you should jump in to that period with them. The end of November 2009 hasn’t been very pleasant for you. Wishing you a safe, joyful Sunday, and lifetime.xx
Aww! thanks Claudia, feeling better all ready. I think next time I should have a long lie in bed
Cherie – I think they’re out to get you!
Now who are they? And aren’t you supposed to reassure me, not feed my paranoia?
Glad you are okay Cherie. As for the Napoleonic campaign, I hope they were not planning to recreate the Peninsular campaign from Corunna to Toulouse in real time!
I’m glad you are ok too! Poor you.
Thanks Ellee, it was a little scary at the time and I was shaking when I got home. I think my guardian angle was looking over me
Oh, poor Cherie – how terrifying. Hope you took it easy for a while afterwards. Agree with commenters about pheasants, having run over a few in my time! Lovely pic, though – and good for you, using it to transform your nasty experience into something wryly amusing. Good for your guardian angel, too!
I was a little bit shaky when I got home, it really was quite a near miss.
I love the way you always get the meaning of my posts and pics
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