315/365 - Bear with me - there's a story behind this picture...
Are we sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin...
It's been a bleak and blustery rainy Sunday, the highlight of which was a trip into town to meander round the shops and have a coffee. As I left Cafe Nero laden with my purchases, I was contemplating the rashness of having consumed a piece of very rich white and dark chocolate truffle cheesecake along with a Caramelatte, topped with a veritable Everest of whipped cream and caramel syrup. Head down against the drizzle, and somewhat preoccupied with attempting to retain my cholesterol-fest, I stepped off the pavement - straight in front of not one, but TWO police cars as they hurtled hell-for-leather, blue lights flashing, down the narrow side street...
Fortunately, I managed to remove myself - and shopping - from harm's way as the plods-on-wheels flashed past my eyes, leaving no time indeed for my life to pass the same way. As circumstances often do, this near-miss had a beneficial effect in that I ceased to worry about which direction my recently-consumed coffee and cake was going to go, and instead worried that my heart was going to explode. In the meantime, the plods had careered out of sight, but I couldn't help smirking as I heard one car sidewipe a bollard further up the narrow alley. Serves them right for driving so fast in town!
Still pondering my near miss, I became aware of the sound of pounding feet over the noise of my pounding heart, and I was almost mown down again - this time by a pack of wannabee Goths, black hair and long coats flying as they thundered past me in pursuit of the speeding police cars. (Er - should the police cars not have been chasing THEM???)
All the while, I was waddling back to my car, burdened as I was with a heavy bag of shopping (Not just ANY shopping - this was Marks & Spencers' shopping!) However, before I reached my vehicle, a burly copper on foot came racing the other way, doing his best to beat the four-minute mile - hotly pursued again by the Goth boys who were hell-bent on finding out what the police chase was all about!
It was all too much for me, and I dissolved into semi-hysterical giggles at the farcical goings-on...
I never did find out what was happening, and as I had left my camera at home, I couldn't have taken a picture even if I'd been able to stop laughing long enough! So - today's picture is representational of my Keystone Kops afternoon - improvised using two of the wee plastic buckets over a couple of flashlights!
315/365 - Bear with me - there's a story behind this picture...
Are we sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin...
It's been a bleak and blustery rainy Sunday, the highlight of which was a trip into town to meander round the shops and have a coffee. As I left Cafe Nero laden with my purchases, I was contemplating the rashness of having consumed a piece of very rich white and dark chocolate truffle cheesecake along with a Caramelatte, topped with a veritable Everest of whipped cream and caramel syrup. Head down against the drizzle, and somewhat preoccupied with attempting to retain my cholesterol-fest, I stepped off the pavement - straight in front of not one, but TWO police cars as they hurtled hell-for-leather, blue lights flashing, down the narrow side street...
Fortunately, I managed to remove myself - and shopping - from harm's way as the plods-on-wheels flashed past my eyes, leaving no time indeed for my life to pass the same way. As circumstances often do, this near-miss had a beneficial effect in that I ceased to worry about which direction my recently-consumed coffee and cake was going to go, and instead worried that my heart was going to explode. In the meantime, the plods had careered out of sight, but I couldn't help smirking as I heard one car sidewipe a bollard further up the narrow alley. Serves them right for driving so fast in town!
Still pondering my near miss, I became aware of the sound of pounding feet over the noise of my pounding heart, and I was almost mown down again - this time by a pack of wannabee Goths, black hair and long coats flying as they thundered past me in pursuit of the speeding police cars. (Er - should the police cars not have been chasing THEM???)
All the while, I was waddling back to my car, burdened as I was with a heavy bag of shopping (Not just ANY shopping - this was Marks & Spencers' shopping!) However, before I reached my vehicle, a burly copper on foot came racing the other way, doing his best to beat the four-minute mile - hotly pursued again by the Goth boys who were hell-bent on finding out what the police chase was all about!
It was all too much for me, and I dissolved into semi-hysterical giggles at the farcical goings-on...
I never did find out what was happening, and as I had left my camera at home, I couldn't have taken a picture even if I'd been able to stop laughing long enough! So - today's picture is representational of my Keystone Kops afternoon - improvised using two of the wee plastic buckets over a couple of flashlights!