Friday 17 January 2025
Well it’s with a traffic cone as it turns out!
Oh the humble traffic cone, so often the unlikely hero of late night pranks. Something about the combination of our endless town-centre roadworks and a good helping of alcohol has made it quite commonplace to see those bold orange and white striped mounds of plastic adorning historic statues, topping iconic buildings and appearing in student kitchens on hung-over morning-afters.
But my cone is not in this ilk at all. Oh no, it is far more respectful. Let me reveal all…
I am driving through the gates of a large institution for a morning meeting when I stop to ask where to park. After a quick verification of my ID I am waved towards … my very own parking spot. Yes a traffic cone, with my name, (my actual name!) on it, stands proud guard over a reserved space just outside the reception.
As chance would have it, I am on a call with my eldest child at this very moment and so impressed is she with the news that, as I am hopping out of the driver’s seat to move the cone, her amplified voice bellows out on speaker phone
“Your name is on it! That is so cool, take a picture mum!”
Passersby look a little startled and all I can do is shrug, point at the cone and say
“Not every day you get your name on a cone!”
What I don’t add, but it could, is that it is even less every-day is doing anything that impresses your children. It is a great start to Friday…
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