Time: This afternoon. Location: Driving into town along a twisty little country road.
In front of us, a small Fiat car; in the back of which, sitting on the parcel shelf, was a dog. A medium-size terrier, evidently enjoying itself, sitting up, moving around, taking up most of the window-space. A live nodding-dog. With a driver so enamoured of her sweet, darling pet that she preferred gazing at its reflection in her driving mirror to the boring task of keeping an eye on the road behind her.
Once we had got safely in front of the Fiat, I suggested to B that he should make an emergency stop, so that we could enjoy the sight of the dog splatting into its owner’s windscreen, or – even better – into the back of its owner’s head. Strangely, he demurred…..