Journal

Freaky Friday

After an evening sharing a few beers with a friend last night, I have to be honest and say I felt a little fuzzy in the head this morning. Nothing too drastic, you understand, but I wouldn’t have performed particularly strongly in a surprise test, should one have been sprung on me.

Still, the day was going as planned – I dropped Elisha off at nursery and went off on the last couple of miles on my journey to work. At the notoriously busy roundabout near the tech park the traffic was queueing an unusually long way back. So much so that I actually got out of my car to have a look at why we were all sitting still. I couldn’t see anything, but noted that the glare was exceptionally strong, so went about putting my sunglasses on when I was back in the car.

Following the rest of the queue, I got the the roundabout behind an old lady who would later turn out to be called Grace. She edged forward as each car in front of her darted across the mini-roundabout in turn. I followed suit, up until it was Grace’s turn. She started to drive off, and I went to follow, looking to my right I could see a white car absolutely rocketing towards the roundabout from the exit to our left.

I thought to myself, “he’s really travelling, she (Grace) should make it, but I’m not going to.” With that, I went to hit the brake. Before my foot could get to the pedal there was a bang and I’d tail-ended Grace’s car with it two-thirds of the way onto the roundabout.

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