There I was, pootling home from Sainsbriz with some goodies in the car when the world went peculiar. A car was coming normally towards me on his side of the road then, out of the blue, another was hurtling towards me, at very high speed performing a ludicrous overtaking manoeuvre, skinny white young male at the wheel, probably off his head on some chemical concoction or other. The one being overtaken eventually stopped (he probably hadn't seen the idiot approaching) and I slammed on Bea's brake (stalling her in the process) and the idiot hurtled by, missing my bonnet by around six inches. There then followed two police cars being chased by two more. I gulped.
I restarted Bea and made it home. As I was unloading my shopping I could hear the wails of more police sirens and a couple of ambulances. The idiot was going towards one of the bigger junctions in the town, controlled by traffic lights, but he wouldn't have been bothered by those. I am wondering who he hit and whether he's killed anyone.
I have stopped shaking now, I' e had two cuppas and about to brew a third, but I am cold. Deeply, unsettlingly cold. I'm off to find a jumper. DD
Have you got the despatches? No, I always walk like this. Eddie Braben