Sunday, 1 September 2019

Fecking morons

We are moving tomorrow and I'm really glad, it's been ok here and it has been fairly peaceful apart from a boat with a dog that yapped all night.

A few minutes ago though, we had three motorbikes go roaring past, they scared the bejesus out of Beano, he hurriedly crept on to my knee.

It's bad enough trying to avoid the kamikaze cyclists without having fecking morons on motorbikes racing along the towpath.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

There is always the hope that the thoughtless motorcyclists will end up in the drink! Those towpaths are narrow and full of obstructions.
Nelliegrace

Hard up Hester said...

I certainly hope so Nelliegrace.

JanF said...

If it happens I hope you are there to see it!

Living Alone in Your 60's said...

I agree I'd hope I was there to see them drive into the water, flipping idiots.

Lyssa Medana said...

Poor Beano. Please give him a cuddle from me. LM x

Hard up Hester said...

Beano has had lofts of cuddles.

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