Soldiering On…? Career Swerve?

My time as a trainee Mental Nurse was coming to an end and my Army Intake date was getting closer.

In the final 4 weeks of nursing, I ended up on a full cycle of “lates” (1400 to 2200) and nights (2200 to 0600), so my trusty Vespa 200cc was an excellent mode of transport.

It was on wintery night, keep in mind this was England so summery nights were never much of a thing, I set off home at around 2215hrs having completed the handover to the next shift.

Yes, it was raining, not heavy, but constant and had been for most of the day.

My route home took me via a village, passing only on the periphery with only a “T-junction” to negotiate.

As I approached the junction, usually a very quiet area at that time of night, I noticed a small white van stopping at the giveaway markings, as it should giving way to my flow of traffic.

Naturally, I continued on, easing off the accelerator a little but in the knowledge I had right of way and all was good.

However, as I started to move across the “T”, the van suddenly decided it would be a good idea to pull out and make its manoeuvre….

Urgh!

Applying brakes on a quite weighty machine like my scooter, something with small wheels and with the rain…