"Maybe they aren't the sort of people who like pasties," I suggested. "Modern people can be pretty strange."
We had a bit of a laugh about quinoa, and went charity shopping. Got some good stuff too, the sort that cheers you up if you ever needed cheering up.
Heading back up the hill, I paused in the right filter lane before turning into Coldharbour Road, to let a hesitant oncoming cyclist, who had right of way, decide whether he was going to go down the hill or turn left.
A shiny black BMW was behind us. The driver hooted his horn and, through the dark windows, I saw him gesticulating, apparently at the junction. "F*** OFF", I mouthed at him, and set off. He may be happy to run over a cyclist, I thought, but I'm not.
A little later he tried to overtake us, on a section of road that is really entirely unsuited for overtaking. An oncoming car stopped him.
We turned left. He followed, honking his horn.
I passed Boat Teenager my phone. "Get ready to call 999 if we need to," I said.
At the next junction, he tried to force his way past us again. I stopped; he got out; "It's all right, I'm not going to rob you just because I'm black," he said, holding out his hands palms outward, with a rueful sort of smile.
"I never thought you were," I said, quite truthfully.
"....just that your brake lights aren't working," he continued.
"Oh! Thank you"
We exchanged smiles and he went on his way.