I cycle to work in a cloud of rage.
I rage at drivers; car drivers, bus drivers, 2 fingers in the air drivers.
Lorry drivers, van drivers, scooters and bikers.
The school run drivers; minds on kids, schoolbags, lunchbags, homework.
Late for work.
I rage at inappropriately placed street furniture; litter-bins, lamp-posts, signs and signals.
Bus stops, pillarboxes, kerbs and cobbles.
Junctions, traffic lights, potholes, broken bottles and broken bricks.
Tin cans, dog mess, take-away and vomit.
I rage at pedestrians; walking, talking, meandering and stopping.
Never looking.
Oblivious in headphones, mobile phones, texting and tweeting.
Never listening.
I worry that it can't be doing my blood pressure any good.
