A note on reversing

And again I am momentarily distracted from my purpose - a man is chasing his greyhound around the campsite, trying to catch it. It is having a high old time, skipping off every time he tries to grab it. Of all the dogs I would choose to chase, I guess a greyhound would be last on the list.

Anyway, what I meant to relate is a little husband-and-wife car-reversing vignette I observed today. Husband is reversing car towards caravan hook-up, with wife (see earlier post) making gestures to guide his progress. Suddenly she screams. He slams on the brakes and gets out of the car. Looks glumly at the towbar which has made (very gentle) contact with the boot of his car. And says to wife: 'Could ye no have screamed a wee bit earlier?'