The camaraderie between motorists never ceases to amaze me. So far it has survived the evil government's "War on the Motorist" (copyright every tired hack on fleet street). When drivers are not too busy hogging the middle lane on the motorway or going through traffic lights on red or cutting each other up on roundabouts or refusing to let me out of side streets then they are wonderful unselfish human beings.

Today I had to drive into work for a reason which will remain secret. As I was going down the Busy Road, cars were swerving to one side of the road and almost driving in the gutter. I wasn't going to be the odd one out so I swerved too. Although I did wonder why we were doing it. Were they moving over to give a cyclist more room? Were they just avoiding a really big pot hole? Was there a granny stood waiting to cross the road by a huge puddle? Was it a new initiative from the Catholic Church to help us remember the impact John Paul II had on women's health issues?

In the end it turned out they were just avoiding road kill. A poor little kitten with its bright red guts spilled over the road and its innards spread far and wide. Now I'm not one of these sentimental girly-men who cries over spilled milk - or spilled guts - but I think it was very nice and respectful of the motorists to swerve round the decaying corpse and potentially cause a road traffic accident.

After all, a shard of rib could cause some serious damage to the under side of my car.