Balls of Steel

It was an early morning dash to Glasgow today, almost had to throw the guests out as we had to leave by 9.30am. The reason? I blame it on the kids who were doing their trick or treating last night. They didn't finish all the sweets that we bought them so there were a few left over. I can never resist a Refresher Bar, so into the mouth it went and out of the mouth came an enormous filling from a back tooth. Luckily an appointment was arranged for the dentist for 11.50am, plenty of time normally. We weren't counting on the aftermath of an overturned lorry on the M6 at Carlisle. We made it all the same, only one minute late. While stuck in the traffic, this 4x4 was in front of us. I haven't a clue what the two black steel balls hanging from the tow bar are but the jumbled Land Rover insignia might be a give away clue as to the mind set of the driver. It certainly gave us a laugh while cursing the traffic jam Gods. Nearly forgot to mention, I'm 55 today.