Strange Notations From a Laborious Life

Nice to be able to sit down with a cup of tea and do some blogging at last.
Haven’t exactly been inspired for the last week or so but happy to fill in a few minutes now.
Not that anything startling has happened for me to chronicle. Just the usual thing, work, normal life etc that rolls on like never ending links in the chain of our existence.
I’ve just returned from dropping Monique off in Queanbeyan and had one of those mornings where every tailgater in Canberra seemed to be driving up Yamba Drive, Long Gully Road onto the Monaro Highway and ducking off towards Queanbeyan. It’s got to a point where I just slow down and drive at 79km an hour in the 80kph zone and dare them to go past! Of course when and if they have the nerve to do so I speed up although I was in the Jumbuck today and the little ute doesn’t have enough zing in her to be effectively playing those games.
Today I had one woman tailgate me all the way out of Tuggeranong until she finally decided to go around me at the traffic lights on the Monaro Highway where you have to turn right to go to Queanbeyan.
She took off but I picked her up again as she slowed for the speed camera just past the Jerrabomberra roundabout. So I thought I would give her a bit of a taste of her own medicine and sit a little closer than I normally would in the situation. Of course I don’t take any pride in acting like this and I should have been a bit more circumspect with my behaviour especially when I had a learner driver in the car with me who soaks experience up like a sponge and who I probably have a little more influence on than I realise or give myself credit for. But sometimes I guess we all go a little silly don’t we?
In anycase I nearly came to grief when the Toll transport truck that we were overtaking at the time turned out to be driven by my brother in law who recognised my car and beeped and gave me a wave. I looked up and recognising it was him returned his wave just as my nemesis in front slammed on her brakes as she was closing fast on a slow moving tradesman’s ute!
By this time we were doing well over 90km pushing up to 100 in the 80 zone and the ute was travelling a lot slower than that so there was a split second of discomfort as I looked ahead and saw brakelights flashing in front of me but all was well in the end and I have a feeling my little friend in her maroon car may have gotten a little bit rattled by the situation.
I realised then that my behaviour had been a little silly and decided to devote the rest of my journey to safe driving and leading a more modest motoring exsistence but of course the same thing happened on the way home, this time with a woman in a people mover who, after I slowed down rapidly almost ended up in the tray of my Proton but did the right thing afterwards and kept her distance.
Such is the annual battle of driving around Canberra in the peak hour and it is less than two months until Monique gets her license and then it will be sleep ins for me rather than getting up to face the foe on the roads every morning.