I wish you dead.

I was awoken through the night by my prickly heat condition making me want to scratch my skin off both arms. It drove me crazy and to be fair to myself, I refrained from scratching bar from once in 18 hours. I double dosed on hay fever remedies and that's subdued it somewhat but not negated it. 

My son was restless also at 4am and after briefly getting him back asleep, he power napped big time. I knew he would be mad for missing Netflix time before holiday club but I wanted him to rest. 

He awoke and moaned that 'he didn't know it was morning'

The school run was successful after I let him take him Bionicle with him for the day. 

On my way to work after dropping my boy off I was behind a car heading up the long climb out of Cullingworth towards the pub called The Guide (which i found out used to be known as The Gormless due it being in such a stupidly unpopulated area). I was the middle car of three and a forth car from the back of the pack suddenly decided it would overtake all three of us. Yes the road was long and straight but on its route it peaked and troughed leaving it prone to cars coming the other way invisible. As it goes, the lady driver managed to pass all three of us with a few seconds to spare before the brow of the hill brought the last half of the road into view and also had a car coming the other way. What I wish to say is this; as she passed my van I put my foot down and didn't turn my head to give the effect that I hadn't seen her. The other car was being careless and wanted to show up that carelessness by making her worry about the decision as she found herself trapped on the wrong side of the road. What if I hadn't seen her car and I tried to overtake the car in front? I would've crashed into her pushing her off the road. 

The moment she was level with the car in front of me I saw she would be hoping to not meet a car up ahead going to Cullingworth. I'm afraid it was a this point that I hoped she would meet a car and that it would result in a fireball to extinguish the stupid driver and her bad road sense. But as the image of an approaching fire ball danced in my mind I realised I would plough into the inferno and so I took my foot off the accelerator and let the hill slow me out of harms way.  

There was no damage done in the end, just a few raised eyebrows. 

I never use my car horn or do rude hand gestures at other drivers. I drive stony faced and unremarking.

But in my head I wish you dead. It's the same when motor bikes fly past me on a blind bend. I hope to drive safely around the corner to see the cyclist has disappeared through the wall and up a tree. I hope the body has just enough energy left to think to itself, "well, that was stupid".