Shifts this week coincide with office hours ... arghhhhhhh!!!
Where have all them cyclists sprung from? I keep thinking it's my bike that's squeaking.
Anyway, this morning got to an asl first.
Big truck arrives behind me. I turn my head, see he's indicating left, so I do too.
Now, if I'd positioned myself anymore on the left I could have leaned on the traffic lights.
Hear a "click click", next to me, hanging from the railings, a clipped in chap just got there: "Morning, bad junction this one for going straight, isn't it? They hardly give you time to move away."
Me: you are going
straight? Him: aye.