It was Sunday. I was reluctant to use my car in the evening as I'd been told twice the day before that one of my rear lights wasn't working, and I didn't want to be told a third time by a police officer. So there was only one option for getting from my house to the Lawe Top - walk. OK, I suppose I could have bussed part of it, but actually once I was all wrapped up and in my stride going down Chichester Road I realised yet again that I do just enjoy walking. Once again the old brain had a chance to process a few things while I pounded the pavements, just like the good old days! It took half an hour, maybe less.
Walking home was OK too. I wasn't late and even though there were a few 'characters' about I felt safe in the well-lit streets, adopting the 'they're more afraid of you than you are of them' approach.
It's at times like this that I begin to wonder if I really do need a car. Sure, I'd need public transport to get to work, but then the pass would be valid for frawsies at the weekend. Maybe I could. Maybe I should.
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