Friends

Now before you get all excited and think this is a post about 'those' Friends (you know the popular TV series) it is not. Although I must say I still find Matthew Perry rather lovely. Anyway, that aside, this post is about my friends, or rather one in particular whom will, henceforth, and for the purpose of this post be known as Bad Friend. Fear not. all will become clear.

So, friends. They're the ones who are there for you no matter what. The ones you trust, who can tell you when you're being a complete idiot and not offend you. The ones who you, laugh with, cry with and enjoy being with. Friends are the people who will help get you out of a sticky situation, by running in and rescuing you any way they can, right? Hmmmm, well that's what I thought, but now I am not quite so sure.

Let me explain. Since Miss L is now in Year 6 she and her best friend, now want to walk to school rather than being dropped in the car park. Nothing wrong with that, they're off to secondary school next year, so they do need to be given a little more freedom. So Bad Friend and I now meet in one of the side streets near the school and the girls walk in from there. They enjoy it as they meet lots of people walking their dogs and we've all got to know a few of the dog walkers.

Unfortunately, this is where my problem began. One of the dog walkers came over one afternoon and started chatting. I didn't really think too much about it, although I was a little taken aback at being referred to as a 'nice bit of stuff,' but I sort of laughed it off and tried to maintain a dignified persona. Anyway, off I went home with Miss L and  later in the evening I had a wee bit of a chuckle about it all on the phone with Dr BD. Then  I sort of didn't think about it again. Until the next day and a few days after that and a few more days here and there, when I kept getting accosted (thankfully, I was in the relative safety of my car).

Hiding has become a regular occurrence

I'll be honest, after the first couple of times, I took to hiding in Bad Friends car (and still do) if she arrives before he does. If she arrives after he does, I am forced to attempt polite conversation (I think he just wants someone to talk to, so I can't be rude and tell him to go away, I'd feel bad and I'm not sure he has the capacity to understand) whilst waiting for Bad Friend to rescue me.

And this is why she is now Bad Friend, because rather than emulating Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman, she sits in her car peeing herself laughing at my misfortune. You'd think it couldn't get any worse, but this morning, she had spotted this chap waiting for me to arrive (he was apparently watching all the cars pass by). She could have used this opportunity to redeem herself somewhat, but no. I have just spotted said chap when I notice Bad Friend opening up her car door. Thank goodness I think to myself, I am saved. Yay! Boo, No she is not saving me at all, she is hanging out of the car door almost doubled up with laughter.

Thankfully, it's the morning school run so I am able to use Miss. L needing to get to school as a getaway, but even that's taken a while to do because he has a dog and Miss. L has to make a fuss of it. When I eventually manage to escape I quickly clamber into the back of Bad Friend's car and call her something I cannot possibly repeat on my blog, but it was dog related, I will say no more.

Suffice to say, I am going to have to find a new parking spot or a new friend, or both.