Trouble comes in threes (From Bradford Telegraph and Argus)

Trouble comes in threes

10:18am Monday 12th May 2008

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It could have been one of those days.
Setting off on the bike in the morning sunshine to work along my usual bridleway path, life seemed pretty good.
Then, it all began to turn to mush.
First, two border collie sheep-dogs were waiting in ambush for me and chased alongside me barking and snapping at my heels as I peddled for about 40 yards.
As I stopped with the intention of giving at least one of them a boot in the mush, their owner appeared, and was coyly apologetic.
When I told him there were sheep in a nearby field and he should watch out, he said: "Oh no, they won’t go in the field, it’s only humans they chase after."
The mind boggles.
Still cursing his lack of ‘common’, it was only a few yards further on that I encountered a pile of fly-tipped waste: mattress, sheet of glass, toys, bags and bags of general house rubbish… but including several letters with an address on the front.
The mind boggles again.
Still, I was pepped up with the thought that I would relish reporting the incident and hopefully getting the gormless idiot prosecuted through his own stupidity.
But trouble comes in threes, they say, and sure enough a few yards further down the lane from the fly-tipping… and appropriately enough… I swallowed a fly.
Things, surely, can only get better.