Chapter Eleven
‘Damn it,’ said Beatrice, ‘they should sign post things properly, how was I to see that turn off?’
‘Perhaps if you slow down a bit,’ said Steven.
‘That is the problem with this country, everything’s just hap-hazard, millions of form fillers, and not enough workers, I mean, just look at the state of this road.’
She sped up and overtook a van; Steven took a sharp intake of breath as the car began to shake.
‘You sure this car can take this speed?’
‘Of course, speed clears out the engine. All cars need a good rev up.’ Beatrice patted the dashboard, the car swerved a bit; Steven made a grab for the steering wheel. ‘Sheryl fannies about in slow drive,’ she continued, ‘the pipes never get a good clear out.’
‘Beatrice, this is a car designed for disabled people.’
‘You got th
