“It must be your lucky day… No damage!”
Yeah, right… I don’t fink so! But that’s what the arrogant twat, who shunted me in the rear, had the audacity to proclaim without so much of a cursory: “are you ok”. I can only assume the anticipated apology never even crossed his mind. After all, if he had been paying attention, to what was in front of him, he would have been able to coordinate the necessary actions in order to stop before hitting me.
As for me… Well, what can I say? The scuff marks are not visible on me, either, but the outlook for the rest of the summer about no swimming, especially in the sea, is devastating.
Am I bovvered about his wife killing him? Of course I am. But, if such an action did take place, he could take solace that whilst the wheels of justice turned, for him, he would be able to rest in peace.