Happy? I hear you say, what is this strange and unknown feeling I hear you speak of. You see for the Nell the only pressures that exist are getting to the man in the Toyotta Corola before the lights change, or giving the woman in the Cinquicento her change before the lights change, or avoiding the tool in the skanger looking Honda before he ploughs into her... People come and go into Nells life with the flick of a traffic light, some she see's daily others maybe twice as they circle through roaring "how'dya get off this f****n roundabout"... but for everyone alike, she always has a smile... so next time you're passing through the Sarsfield Roundabout give ol Nell a wave, even a wink or maybe a voucher for a face massage (those cheeks must be killing her) and as you sit in your car complaining and roaring abuse at the car 3 in front who can't hear you anyway, take a lesson from Nell... smile ya miserable f****r and don't give yourself a banger!!!
