dmcphee@obantimes.co.uk
I LOOK in the rear view mirror and all I can see is a queue of traffic extending right round the corner.
I’ve stalled, again, and I can feel my skin turning the same colour as the car – scarlet. It’s as if my subconscious is acting on chameleon-like powers and I’d like nothing better than to hide from the chaos that’s unfolding, at least in my head.