What a load of bulls!

I think I may have the most oringinal excuse ever for being late for work! To get to the office, I have to drive through Beverley Westwood, a large area of grass or parkland with a few trees and copses dotted about. The Westwood is big enough to incorporate Beverley Racecourse comfortably. As a view from the front windows of the office, there are worse vistas to look out on, although The Rose and Crown public house is situated right on the corner of the road leading into the Westwood, and on a hot day it's not much fun glancing up to see people enjoying cold beer or lemonade whilst we plough through the bookings.

A local bye-law allows any yeoaman who was born within the town walls of Beverley, to "graze his cattle at no expense on the Westwood. The thing is, when these beasts are grazing, they really do run free and frequently decide to cross the road to see if the grass is greener on the other side. They couldn't care less about the traffic, they just wander about at leisure and as half a ton of animal closes up, you realise that if they decided to run, they could cause major damage to your car. One or two of them look a little smug, as if they know you're late and they seem to go that bit slower. There's nothing you can do, but wait until they've gone.

We know sometimes locums are late for work, especially if they are going to an unfamiliar pharmacy. I'd really like to see the faces on some wallah at a head office when they read the report of why the locum was ten minutes late!

If anyone has any better excuses for being late, please go the forum where we've added a new section for this.