Under the car seat
Jul 28th, 2006 | By admin | Category: Personal ColumnsMy mother rarely believed excuses, even when they were true.
The worst day was when my father and I were delayed in our return journey by a low-flying chicken.
My mother didn’t believe a word of it. It was true. We were driving on a dual carriageway when chickens came through a fence on the other side. Trying to avoid the cars, one flew into the air over the central reservation and straight into our off side headlight – smashing the light to pieces and not doing much for the …