Crunch

It was sunny enough first thing for walking Django in the Estate to be a pleasure, and from then on it got sunnier. In the early evening, I was making a fish pie, and realised that I didn't have any milk, so I set out with Django on the "long way" to Lidl. 

Just after turning the corner into Bog Road, I heard a loud plasticky crunch just out of sight. I dropped back to take a look, and saw that a car had completely taken out the first bollard of the traffic island in West Street. The driver reversed clear of it, and drove on towards me a little - to a bad place to stop - and then a little further. When the middle-aged woman got out I asked if she was OK, and said that I'd heard it, but not seen it. One of my theories was that someone had pulled out on her and that she'd swerved. "No, it was the low sun", she admitted. Although it's not great to drive blinded, I still felt sorry for her as her numberplate-less car steamed away, clearly dripping oil. I said comforting things, Django seemed to realise that she was upset, and she seemed glad when I offered her a hug. 

When I completed the loop back to the house, I inspected the traffic island, and saw that the car had emptied its oil onto to the road, so thankfully she'd not driven on for more than 100m! 

During the working day, I'd some some admin for the course that I'll be teaching 70% of after Christmas, and responded to a few things that came out of last night's meeting. We felt that it went well, even if it and the post mortems finished at 22:00 for me, 00:00 for И, 18:00 for our man in Rio, 14:00 for the Costa Rican in California, and 10:00 (the next day!) for the Kiwi!

The fish pie is ready!