After 4 years of living here, I have a certain respect for Jamaican drivers. It takes  skill to navigate a junction when the lights are out, spliff in one hand, phone in other. Let alone to balance a goat on the roof, or drive round Barbican roundabout backwards, or ride a motorbike with one leg, all of which I’ve recently seen. But the recent death of a 6 year old boy known to our nanny, just cannot leave my mind.

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