It's just gone 8am, Mannamead Road. Travelling to Crownhill, I look in my rear view mirror.
We are sat in a traffic queue, and the male driver in the car behind is looking down towards his lap.
He could be staring at his lap (why?!) or more likely he's texting.
We see it daily. And in traffic jams. I pull away and move along, to see the chap stationary, he hasn't realised the traffic is flowing.
The cars are getting impatient behind him. I get to Manadon roundabout, I see two more.
That...
