Mexican Waves and Mexican Dave

Today has been rather quiet I looked at a few things and prodded a few things talked to a few people pointed at something that needed to be pointed at and in general looked at things in a knowing way as if I knew what was going on, which I didn't. I did notice a man in a large truck flash his lights at me as I made my way to the school and can only assume it was Mexican Dave, I always try to wave back to Mexican Dave but he is always in different trucks so by the time I think AH YES it's Mexican Dave he has flashed all the truck lights at me, waved and shot past me in the opposite direction, so I end up waving to strange people who don’t know who I am but think they might know me so wave back. But because I have almost passed them at this point they end up waving to someone behind me who tries to wave back to them and so on and so on. You can see now why Mexican Dave is called Mexican Dave because hours after he has finished work people are still waving at one an other somewhere out on the road. Still it is better than everyone waving fists at each other which is what happens in large towns particularly when dad takes short cuts up one way streets sort of the wrong way. Although he would argue that because he is in reverse it does not count and it takes skill to reverse at fifty miles an hour. ......

 So I have arrived at the same point as yesterday when I ran out of things to say, well at least until it gets sunny and warm. The sun came out at one point for a whole hour or there abouts, which was lovely and it must be at least a week since I saw it properly but we are at least reaching the point in the year where it will change and summer will arrive and we will lie in deckchairs and on sun loungers and get soaking wet in the rain HAH HAH HAHH HAH hah ahah ahh hah hah ahaha hahahah hah ahaha hahh . . . . . . . . . . .AH mum has just said IDIOT. 

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