A) Daft bugger for not telling me sooner - his excuse was that it's already happened, there's not much that telling me can do about it

B) Why can people look where they're going?
He was in the right hand lane of a roundabout going straight on, a car to the left of him suddenly decided that he didn't annually want to go down the dual carriageway and instead wanted to turn right... Straight into the path of my old man.
He went into the wing of the car, over the bonnet and onto the tarmac. Fortunately he's come away with nothing more than some bruised ribs, and a dislocated thumb, from, he thinks, squeezing the brake so hard.
The thing he's most pissed about, is that he was just a couple of miles from home after a week away on a biking holiday with his brother, and this what the only time that anything happened. Bike is a write off too. I think he's only had it for just over a year.
All because someone didn't bother to look.

