perspectiveSenior Contributor
Biatches
So I’m starting a new thread cos things get convoluted. I’m in the roundabout I have the only yellow car in the small country town I live in. Behind me approaches the bright blue car - I recognise the occupant as the fake that has caused me so much angst. I decide to sit there and let a few cars go past so I can watch her in the rear view. She’s angry and I can see what looks like thumping her steering wheel.
of course all the book club ‘friends’ stuck by her and abandoned me .