Fly

At this point in time, it was actually a "Sit", but who am I to quibble!

I have seen much wildlife today, some of it in our back garden, a little sea-life lurking in my peripheral vision and most of it on the motorway.

The sealife? The Squid of Despair. Threatened to make an appearance this morning. I was on a full day of training in Accrington. I thought it was going to be horrendous. The Squid lurked ominously in the doorway, warming his tentacles, but after twenty minutes this morning, I realised the course was going to be fine and I despatched the Squid with a wave and a "not today sunshine, go snog someone else!". Ended up sat with two primary Headteachers who were fantastic fun and a real treat to work with.

Journey home ...M65, A56, M66, M60, M62............

Friday afternoon brings out the population of "Weaverbirds" that are indigenous to most motorways - you'll know when you've seen one. A weaverbird takes many forms. Sometimes, they are white and called transit. Other times they are black and called BMW or Audi. Sometimes they are controlled (loosely) by a female persona, othertimes by males. Weaverbirds are not subject to such frippery as "The Law", particularly laws relating to dangerous driving or the use of mobile phones whilst driving. Weaverbirds OWN the road and can dart at ridiculous speeds from one lane to another, without concern or regard for those of us who accept that we will get to our destination when we get there, and no amount of lane bobbing will make it any quicker. Weaverbirds are disasters waiting to happen, often leaving a trail of destruction, honking horns and fists being waved in an angry manner.

However, I have learned that if you stay in lane and persevere, quite often you will beat the weaverbird anyway - the Weaverbird is a creature of very small brain, and clearly doesn't realise that the cause of his delay is probably one of his/her fellow Weaverbirds up ahead, whose impatient weaving in and out is causing traffic compression waves. Those of us who do know this, sit in the inside lane, smile sweetly as Weaverbird leers in through our windows with salacious grins or smug smiles, and then we wave the wave of the victor as we sail past them a few minutes later when they are boxed in and can go no further.

Ha.

Weaverbirds don't believe in rules. I have learned there are others who do not believe in them today. That might come back and bite people on the backside at some point in the not too distant future. I wait with anticipation for the fireworks that will likely ensue. Some people need to learn that what might look like a friendly bear is actually a really grumpy grizzly at times, and we all know that we should never poke a bear when he's angry. Particularly not a bear that is sensitive and subject to easily inflicted emotional scars.