Im injured presently, got a torn calf and some achilles hassle. Im walking better but cant run, at all, even jog. Crossing the road takes a bit of thought and planning, for the first time in my life. Makes you feel a bit vulnerable, especially with the cunts about now. You notice it more.
I live on a residential estate as most of us do. On my way home earlier this involves walking along a little street between what is a right turn and then a left turn for drivers and the street is only about 30 yards long between those 2 junctions.
I heard this car coming from ahead but obviously cant see it til it turns right into the street. Sounds like its shifting, too quick, but Ive gauged time pace and distance to cross this little road. It comes round the corner almost on 2 wheels, cut the corner completely and is on me. I did the slow down signal and lifted my hands as if to say wtf. No slowing down, nothing. It just swerved round me and kept going like I was the nuisance, on the wrong side of the road. Prick of a driver.
Can see why old grippers and those always with restricted mobility fear getting about, because nobody gives a fuck