Yesterday, on my way to Nanny and Shouty Grandad ' s house, on the opposite side of the road to me, I saw 2 young boys riding their bikes. It was about 8pm, they were about 7 and 9 years old.
As they rode along, a big black Aston Vantage kept pace with them. The male driver had rolled the passenger windows down and was talking to the boys.
The boys rode a little further, the driver stopped to talk to them again.
I can't ignore these situations. Something in my brain bothers me until I know what's going on. I spin my car round and follow his.
He pulls over to talk to the boys, I pull in behind him. In plain sight.
This happens a couple of times. I see this time he throws his hands in the air in a 'why don't you just pass me?' gesture.
I get out of my car. So does he.
"Hello, do you know those boys?" I ask in a friendly non accusatory tone.
"Yes I do." He replies, concern all over his face.
I turn to the boys and ask them if they know the man? They nod.
When I ask them what his name is, I don't catch the reply. I ask again.
"He's my dad. " says the older one.
Suddenly I see the family resemblance and tell dad I was only concerned for the boys' safety and meant no disrespect.
He is perfectly happy that his boys' welfare was the concern of a stranger.
I drive away. My brain and concious calm once more.
Would you have noticed. Would you have stopped? Am I a nosy old baggage? Don't answer that last one!
