He’s After Me!

Mother Superior has this phrase that she always uses “it’s not you; it’s all the others out there”. It’s often said after she has told my sister to take care on the roads, and my sister has responded with comments about her driving ability being fine and that Mum shouldn’t worry. I normally let this go over my head, but a few things I’ve seen over the last few weeks has really made me question whether we should be more careful of other people. Or maybe the Grim Reaper is hiding round the corner, slapping his forehead in a comedy fashion as I make all these near misses. Maybe I’m just creating him a hard weeks work…

The first occurrence was when I was in the supermarket last week getting some lunch. I was driving along, and a women pulled up at the give way of one of the little side entrances, and pretty much waited until I was upon her, before pulling out at force. I had to do an emergency stop and swerve, and give myself a strict talking to, to not wind down the window and give her a barrage of abuse. The worst thing was that she gave me this really friendly wave, and it made me want to kill her.

I went about my day, and then a few days later Emma came into my room in the morning. This is not unknown as she is lovely and brings tea to the angry morning monster on a regular basis, but this time she came in with “I haven’t got tea… I just thought you should get up as there has been an accident and your route is closed.” Arse. That’s not what you want to hear in the morning. Although she did make me laugh by saying “maybe it’s shut because of flooding again”. No Ems love, it hasn’t been raining. As Noah will tell you, you need rain for a flood.

Anyway, I drove the normal route as the traffic the alternative way looked really heavy, which was fine as the accident was in the other direction. It’s a straight bit of road, and the lanes are all different so people don’t normally overtake there. What shocked me was that one of the cars involved was on its roof. On its roof at 8am on a Tuesday morning, on a bit of road that doesn’t normally see speeds of more than about twenty miles an hour as it is really congested. It perturbed me that for the rest of the day as to how the car ended up on its roof, as it couldn’t possibly be travelling at the speed or velocity to make it flip. I’m still waiting to find a news report that explains this to me.

I’ll keep you informed into any more near death experiences in my car!