The Folks who are stranded on the hill

I live on a hill. Quite near the top of a hill in fact and on the side of the road with the houses, there are cars and they are parked on that road. On the other side there is an eight hundred feet drop which takes you directly to another part of town. When the snow fell last week I found myself at the top of the hill in the trusty four seater looking down my street, parked cars on the right and devastating drop on the left. 'Should be interesting' I thought and I was right for with the first merest touch of the brakes the car started to skid and rearranged itself so that it was pointing towards the vehicles at the side of the road. With a certain amount of Clarksonesque steering-wheel turning I managed get the car pointing towards the other way which I have to say didn't really help alleviate my anxiety one little bit. Meanwhile, for all the pointing this way and that, the car was gathering speed and all the brakes did when applied, was send it off in a new and exciting direction. Luckily, I managed to make contact with a friendly hedge which managed to slow me down sufficiently in order to pull up opposite the house. I took this opportunity to unload the umpteen Morrison's bags full of stuff but I quickly realised that anybody else coming down the hill after me would be faced with a similar problem only what they would see would be a row of parked cars on the right and an eight hundred feet drop on the left with only a hedge and my car acting as a barrier.

Other than that, a dreadful start to the new year with an audience of three at the Bull's Head and the concert at Wakefield being re scheduled for October. I think I can hear wolves howling in the distance...............

DN