Cruising along on the N2 last night, heading home after an overly-decadent dinner with Nick’s fam in Somerset West, we were passed at high speed by a small white van. I thought nothing of it until I saw the lettering on the back:
Excuse me? I didn’t know there was such a thing as a mortuary emergency. I pretty much figured that once you were dead there stopped being emergencies. Ok, maybe being late to your own funeral could constitute a minor crisis…but how often does that really happen? So often that it requires an entire ambulance service? Maybe something I have to add onto my list of ‘things to worry about’.
Yesterday we were yet again driving out to Somerset West on the N2, chatting away, when all of the sudden Nick stops in the middle of his sentence – oh my god! I turn my head to look ahead in the right hand lane (the fast lane here – they drive on the wrong side), and see something tall f-a-l-l-i-n-g in slow motion towards the cars on the freeway. At first I had no clue what it was, but after looking around I realized it must have been one of the streetlights that line the grassy area in the center of the road. As we drove by we could see that there was a car on the other side of the freeway which had run into the pole and spun out. Lucky for the guys on our side of the road, no one seemed to be hurt – though the driver of the Yaris which was stopped just inches away from the fallen pole looked a bit shell-shocked! Ah, it’s always interesting on the N2.