...was brought to you scant minutes ago by the chap who pulled alongside me to admonish me, in the most gentle and polite terms, that I had pulled out in front of him without looking.
He was right; I hadn't shoulder checked since his engine sounded very far back when I began my drift into the right hand lane, but he reckoned he was a bit close.
Playing it back in my head, from my memory of the engine noise's distance and the lack of braking on his part I still maintain he was far enough back that it was fine, buuuut I really should have shoulder checked.
Since he was giving avuncular advice rather than having a go, and given that White Van Mans being considerate and concerned is an ocean's better than bullying and possessive, I didn't quibble, but apologised for alarming him, and we went on our merry ways with mutual shouts of Take Care and Cheers.
It was (a thousand curses on the Code That Shall Not Be Named for sullying the word) nice.
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