Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I live in England and, just to be awkward, we drive on the left hand side of the road. My home lies down a small lane. The only way out of the lane is onto a busy ‘A’ road and, in order to get to work every day, I have to turn right and cross the flow of traffic at rush hour. Sunday mornings, that isn’t so bad. Saturdays can be even quieter. The rest of the week it is a matter of taking your life in your hands and playing chicken with the other drivers. The alternative is to take ten minutes simply to exit the lane as the steady stream of traffic negotiates the fifteen mile stretch of fast road between two towns and the motorways. Let’s face it, everyone is rushing, ‘going to be late’. I remember my grandmother’s maxim… ‘it is better to be late than