The Woman just had to escape

It's getting to that time of the year when seeing village life gets a little less as the nights draw in as the inhabitants hurry to and fro from work to home. 

I seemed to have had a bit of a exhausting and frustrating day yesterday and managed to get to escape the house to go and do the shopping, not much of an escape and yes/no should I have shopped on a Sunday, I would like to be in the position that I don't have to but at the moment this is not the case. 

And whilst it was an opportunity for me to escape the kids, husband, housework the list is getting endless, I think I met my karma in that I was stopped dead in my tracks of driving through the countryside at a modest speed only to come across an invasion of road runners who had decided to hold a run through the countryside at just this particular time, whilst any other time I would have said they were mad and laughed.

I found myself irritated to the hilt that they had stopped me getting to my destination in the manner I wanted to get there and as a rebellious teenager of 39 going on 13 I turned up my Katy Perry CD [yes think midlife crisis is hitting] as loud as I could bare it and when there was a gap in the man made traffic unfortunately found a little wheel spin that even shocked me - I was a woman on a mission and I didn't want to be stopped.

So in case by a million to one chance one of those road runners is reading this I am not sorry to say and please understand "the woman had to escape the village as quickly as she could".