... A fox saved my life tonight. Yes, that's right; A fox... saved my life.
To be precises, a fox pissing on a bollard saved my life. Thank goodness for pissing.
I feel that I can share this with you all by now because if you've come this far in the blog you've either a) decided I'm bonkers, but entertaining enough to ignore that fact or b) you also indulge the idea that reality is far more bizarre and mysterious than we're all led to believe.
So how exactly did a fox pissing on a bollard save my life? Well I'll tell you...
I was on my way home from work. I'd been doing the late shift and it was about 10.15pm when I left my workplace and headed home on my ancient mountain bike. I'd forgotten my High Vis jacket which left me pondering on the fact that I really should wear a helmet sometimes as well... especially when strange dream creatures were predicting my impending doom. Anyway. As I rounded a corner I saw a fox up ahead. It's not a strange sight at this time of night in London but what caught my attention was that it stopped, cocked up a leg, and pissed on a bollard like a dog. As I came closer to the wild dog fox I noticed that it wasn't bothered by a couple of human beings a few feet away from it either. Struck by the tameness of this fox I stopped in my tracks and looked at it for about 4 - 5 seconds hoping its easy going temperament would let me have a closer look at this usually shy creature. It stopped as well, eyed me up, then headed off into a bush.
I carried on my journey not giving it a second thought until a yellow transit van speed from a junction in front of me without stopping to look, exactly where I would have been if I'd been 4 - 5 seconds quicker.
When things like this happen in life you have two choices. You can either dismiss it as coincidence and unrelated, or you can add a sprinkle of magic to your short existence and believe that something somewhere wanted you to live a bit longer and sent a surprisingly tame and healthy looking fox to save you...
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