Sunday Photo Fiction
No kids, we’re not nearly there, now please let me concentrate.
Why do they drive on the wrong side of the road in France? Everyone should drive on the left like us. No, Jane, I won’t stop moaning. It was a stupid idea bringing the car on the ferry instead of flying. It’s supposed to be a holiday. I should feel relaxed but look at me, I’m as tense as a tight rope.
I know Jane, it's a roundabout. Here we go. Keep right, right, right - woo - bloody foreigner nearly bashed into me! Imbécile! Yes, Jane, I know I’m the foreigner here but they should treat us with respect. We're guests here.
No kids, we're not nearly there.
Stop telling me what to do Jane, or you I'll make you drive. That’s better.
Hey, you wait there chum, it’s my right of way. Oh, lordy lordy it's not - eeeek....! Missed. Désolé monsieur.
No kids, we’re not nearly there.
Oh no, he’s heading straight towards us in the wrong lane! Regarde où vous allez! No, I’m wrong – hold tight kids - ooh ooh ooh - phew! Right, next time we drive abroad Jane I'm hiring a tank!
No kids, we are not nearly there!