Home again, hallelujah.

The rot set in 3 metres from the end of my driveway. Footpath blocked by matronly women having a natter. They were shocked to discover that these houses are inhabited, not just a backdrop for their witless existence.

Halfway to the shops, an idiot exited his driveway at speed and stopped, blocking the footpath while he went back inside for something. #YPLAC

Five metres from the shops, a car that had been indicating a turn into the carpark failed to turn and nearly ran me over instead. It was in the livery of the joint at the end of the road, the Royal Society for the Blind, not that I'm leaping to conclusions.

I generally abhor violence. Generally.