What To Do?

What To Do? short poem

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I was driving home. I was almost there, about to exit the ring road.
When a small red car, driven by a woman with short dark hair
started spewing dark smoke from all orifices.

She slowed and pulled over onto the hard shoulder.
I passed her as I turned off.
A white car followed me.

Ten minutes later I tried to call the local radio who are always telling us to phone them when it is safe to do so. I got the number wrong three times

Perhaps I should have dialled nine nine nine?

I hope she is ok.

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Mary Ricketts

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I was born in Hounslow, Middlesex, England into an upper working/lower middle class family in 1942. I now live in Northamptonshire, England and since I am a widow and retired, I depend on the university of the third age to frame my weekly activities. I have two grown up children but no grandchildren. I like reading, singing, country dancing,scrabble, mahjong, board games, knitting, strolling, pubs. I don't like housework and gardening very much. I am bipolar but helped by lithium. I also have acid reflux, a suspected heart murmur, possibly glaucoma too. That's all for now folks. I'll add to the list as I go along, so long as I can.
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