Four Ladybirds, a Tom Tom and Not a Very Fast Car!

Chapter Six

This clip attached is a real british programme... and I live in the UK in a suburb outside London and this has a real cult following in the UK....everyone loves it...the older charming lady presenter Mary, is my inspiration for the Mary in this story...if nothing else the baking will make you hungry...my friends and I love watching this and love baking...enjoy..just baked Bakewell Tarte and Chocolate Brownies...yesterday...as this chapter sees cakes....I thought it would get you in the mood, do enjoy the ambiance.

So we were sitting back in the car again, no one uttered a word for around five minutes. That's pretty much a record, for our lot. However, everyone was feeling pretty deflated and that they had, had it.

Demi's sigh broke the silence and she turned on the Tom Tom and punched in the postcode again.

"Hurrah, signal," she said.

As we started going along Bella said, "This road, looks awfully familiar, are you sure we are going the right way?"

"The Tom Tom says we are," said Demi.

A bird, flew from above in one direction and dropped poo all over the windscreen, followed a few minutes later by flapping wings hitting the glass from the right!

We all screamed in unison, as Demi hit the brakes and did an emergency stop.

Mary carried on screaming, as her head hit the headrest of Carissa's seat at force.

Demi moved the car forward slowly and all you could hear was crunch, crunch, crunch, which we assumed was the bird being squashed underneath the tyres.

"For crying out loud! What bloody next!" shouted Demi, in frustration.

Mary sobbed, "my head hurts!"

As Bella said to her, "that will be the wine Hun, you shouldn't be such a lush!"

Mary responded "No, Bella, I've hit my head, I'm seeing stars, I think I'm going to be sick".

Bella looked at her, feeling rather guilty and worried at the sight of Mary's green face, although also felt protective of her clothes at that moment. There were no more, fall back outfits that could be conjured up by magic.

Demi, sprung into action, "I think the safest thing for us to do is to vacate the car! Right, Carissa move now so Mary can get out of the car before she is sick all over us! Move it everyone!" said Demi.

Carissa opened the door at speed, in her haste to avoid vomit and at the same time a man collided with it making a loud thud noise. He bounced off the car door and collapsed in a heap on the pavement.

The pedestrian screamed in agony, he lay in a jumbled position, with limbs in disarray on the pavement. He appeared in pain, holding onto his right thigh.

As we all tried to get out to help, Carissa banged the door again on him, this time hitting his head. "Oww" he screamed, putting his hands up to protect himself.

"It's okay," said Bella, "we don't usually go round attacking people on the street, you are safe with us, we will keep her away from you, I promise!" she said making eyes at Carissa, "Here, let me help you."

As she went over to help, we realised it was the jogging man we had seen earlier, still resplendent in his 70's running gear. First he was a little afraid, but then he relaxed when he saw Bella, remembering waving at her earlier.

"Do you want us to take you home?" said Bella.

"It's okay," he said, "I just live 5 houses down, I think for the moment, though I need to just sit here quietly and be sick, I think I've got concussion".