The people knew of the slaughter of the innocents back then, and we know now
Did you ever get sick of yourself? Have there been days when you just want to be stored up on a shelf or plugged out from the drip of small and annoying intrusions that take up most of the space in your head?
I was just wondering because for the last few days I've had enough of me. I'm turning into a crank. Drivers annoy me when I can't get out of my car space. It's like as if they're roaring out the window, 'it's my road and get off it'.
I wouldn't mind, but we own the road, the family that is, or more specifically the mother. The council named it after my dad about 15 years ago. So strictly speaking the rude drivers are the ones who are doing all the trespassing. We should be entitled to charge a toll. The council might not agree.