So I am planning on getting back on working with my 'big translation' project and start writing proper e-mails. Hopefully this will all work as I have some subjects I would like to write about and was meaning to do so for quite a while.
So today all happy in the morning I went to Sarrincolin and was fortunate enough to get stuck behind one of those I-never-had-an-accident-only-saw-them-behind-me type of driver. He was probably seventy years old and had this big new jeep and was doing approximately 60 km (40 miles) an hour on the 90 km (55 miles) an hour speed limit. I am not asking him to drive at the very speed limit but come on! I like zooming fast down this beautiful road to buy my baguette and singing aloud to something like Queen I want It All. I kept telling to myself:
It's alright you can zoom down the road on the way home!
So I got my baguette and lamb for dinner. Got back to the car to drive home, I drove of the car park into the road just to find myself stuck behind the same guy!!! Now how is that possible. At some point I wanted to use my horn, but I didn't think it would help. Overtaking in that road is too dangerous as it is really beautiful mountain type winding thing... And even if I was mad enough to take the risk of overtaking him, he is probably that type that would start speeding as soon as he would see that I am overtaking him. Like that wasn't enough I have this idiot behind me making faces and I can see him in the rear view mirror. He was like :
You stupid Englishwoman learn to drive!
And I'm calling the guy in front of me in all the names under the sun! I dislike when people make facial or other expressions while driving that I am stupid woman or something... Because I am not. I passed my driving theory test in all the highest scores and I know every single road sign that exists under the sun. I passed my driving test from the first time, which (so I was told) is near to impossible to do in the UK. And not only that! I listened to all my husband's tips as an ex racing driver and applied most of them when possible. I am improving daily and even though I am learning everyday I am always safe. And these idiot Frenchmen make faces at me! I do admit French are really good at driving on motor-ways, but when it comes to country roads or city driving they are really a nightmare to deal with!
So again I came back home in rage... I guess I better get used to it as we are planning to stay in France for quite a while. Do you think this could be another side affect of my muse's return?
2 comments:
Yes...she's back! I'm glad to hear it. :-)
Hopefully she will hang arround for a while :) Though she is still not in a very friendly mood!
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