fast lane

Some roundabouts have two lanes as you approach, and both could be used for going straight across. Usually i queue politely with the bulk of the traffic on the left. But sometimes I'm that bit bolder and head for the right lane. I'm not doing anything wrong in fact I'm helping the traffic flow more smoothly as I'm not adding to the queue. But it's not my natural response.

Today I drove up to the roundabouts in the right lane.

This isn't just a metaphor, that was for real. In the metaphor I'm not even on the road, I'm careering on two wheels, the other two up in the air, as I skirt past the rest of the traffic that just isn't going fast enough. I'm not occupying a lane in my own right, I'm on the edge, over the edge, driving dangerously and still not making it on time. That's the metaphor.

I'm not daft, I can see that this in Not Good. Right now, I'm parking the car overnight, in the right kind of place and not getting back into it until I'm safe to drive again.

I parked the metaphorical car on the trampoline for a while,  there weren't many clouds to gaze at but the birds were lovely to listen to and it turns out lots of flowers have been blooming whilst I have been too busy to notice.  And now I've reparked in a duvet den with a new book.