For probably about the gazillionth time, I found myself at the mini-roundabout at the top of Palmerston Road indicating right to go down that road. Fiesta pulls up to the roundabout and the driver sits there looking at me. Since they’re not indicating or turning left, I assume they want to go right and as they have priority, I patiently wait for them to turn. And wait.
There’s nothing coming from their right but still they sit there, gazing blankly at me, so in the end I give up and start my turn. Right at that precise moment, the non-indicating car decides to exercise their right of way, coming to a showy-offy dead halt in the middle of the roundabout to make their point. The driver then throws their hands up in despair. At me!
For anyone who is confounded by roundabouts, take note of the Highway Code concerning the successful negotiation of roundabout.