It’s often said that intuition is reason in a hurry. Every August bank holiday, I’m reminded of a confrontation I had 20 years ago when I came face to face with a large dog while out for a stroll.
Something told me in that split second that the dog I was walking towards was going to attack me. The footpath was narrow, the roadway too busy to step into.
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