Usual S E London traffic this morning with the addition of a bevy of police motorcyclists on the Old Kent Road. I was waiting behind one of them at some traffic lights but when they changed to green he didn't move forward and seemed to be worried that he wouldn't fit through the sizeable gap between the right-turning car to his right and the roadworks to his left.
I mumbled, totally under my breath, that he could go, and that he wasn't really all that fat, despite the doughnuts. (I feel I am qualified to comment on doughnuts, as I eat several of them each week.)
When he did pull away, another police motorcyclist drew up alongside me and had a go at me for being irate. Irate? I had been mildly amused, and now this patronising git with a self-satisfied moustache has a go at me for being irate. He claimed he had heard what I had said and refused to explain why he thought I was irate.
Of course, by this stage I
was irate.