Gorse Fox has been busy. The Silver Vixen needed help with her newsletter, and in the creation of a new membership form for her coven. Meanwhile, Cousteau-cub needed a lift as the trains were being replaced with buses along the south coast. Collecting her from Littlehampton he whizzed her across to Brighton, then got caught by every set of traffic lights in West Sussex on his way home.
Question: if women are so good at multi-tasking, why do they find it so difficult to read the traffic, and stop (unnecessarily) before realising the roundabout is clear?
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