I got angry, I confess. I honked my horn at the policeman and made a 'what the hell!?' gesture. When our turn finally came around, he slowed me down and told me that "good things come to those who wait." I just kept driving at that point, which is probably just as well. If I didn't, I'm sure I would have said something along the lines of "do those that wait longer than they should have, because a policeman can't count out the order of 4 different directions, get something special?"
There is torrential rain here in Galway today, which I reaaallly hope affects the races. I despise the 'sport' of horse racing. I think it is barbaric that horses are whipped and sometimes put down so that people can gamble their money on which one of them is fastest. The old argument that those horses are treated like kings and they love racing does not wash with me for a second. Ask a horse at the start of a race if it could potentially be shot because it breaks its leg just so that the people over the fence can throw some money around, would it still like to race? The answer is pretty obvious.
So I hope it rains here all week and washes the races out. There will be less traffic, less of a mess in town, less dead horses.
100 Heads in 100 Days #64 / 31 Day Drawing Challenge #30
|An odd looking Viking|
Me Fact #64
I can't handle spicy food. The hottest I can tolerate is about Tikka Masala level, and then only the westernised version.