Last week, as I posted in the "near Miss" section, I nearly became embedded in the grill of a rogue mini skip lorry. This didn't impress me much. I rang the firm in a pollite manner, the boss said something would be done. He was right.
Just about half a mile up the road is a garden centre and all along the road is a ditch and some of the ditch is now very deep and steep, because it's just been re-dug. The garden centre is on the right and the ditch opposite. The road turns slightly right and view to the enterence of the garden centre is blocked by tall mature trees.
Wednesday this week, exacly 1 week since my run in with the refuse collecting pillock, a car pulled out (probably slowly) in front of the skip truck. obviously this caused his tattoed brain to malfuction and he duly lost control and skidded cab first into the freshly dug ditch!
I know I shouldn't laugh, but I am. Hey, I'm not even sure it was the same bloke, but the vehicle matched the discription as did the driving style. I guess that's what happens when you drive like an arse.