No, not this one - though what the fuck was all that about at 1.00 in the bloody afternoon?
Last night my sister and I went over to a lovely town near us called Oundle to meet two of our friends. It is a busy road there, and unusually my sister was driving. G has a driving phobia which makes it really hard for her to drive on dual carriageways - let alone a motorway as previoulsy mentioned here. She has been driving for over 20 years, but in the past 2 years has actually been having driving lessons to try and help her get over the fear - it has helped a bit but I think hypnosis will be the only thing to ever get her driving on a motorway. But it was good that she did do the driving yesterday - she is getting there.
All was going well. G even managed to overtake a lorry once on the dual carriageway, but then the road became a single carriageway again and there was a lot of traffic. We were nearly there but then we saw one of these....
It was a baby one.
And it was right in the middle of the road, practically sitting on the white line.
And it was in grave danger.
We drove past.
We fretted about the rabbit.
We turned round.
G returned to the spot where the rabbit still hovered precariously in the middle of the very busy road,stopped her car, and to my acute embarrassment, strode purposefully out into the busy road and held her hand up police woman style to stop on coming traffic, whilst I was directed to chase the rabbit off the road.
We did get hooted at but I think it was more with laughter than with anger from the delayed drivers.
And to tell the truth, I was proud of my daft but compassionate sister.
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