I met up with Gill and Julie in Chester on Thursday - our usual monthly (or thereabouts) get-together and very pleasant it was too. Then I came back to the Park and Ride on the bus, got into my trusty little Toyota Yaris and set off home. I had pulled onto the roundabout when a bigger and obviously much faster car, coming from my right decided to keep on coming at top speed, hit the back of my car, spin me round in a full circle and deposit me facing in my original direction but several feet further on and wondering what the hell was going on. It was one of those "I can't believe that really happened" moments, as I got out of the car to find the back of it minus most of the back bumper, lights etc. and somewhat skewed. Even the tax disc had jumped out of its holder to land on the floor by the driver's seat.
As you can imagine by the fact that I am able to write about this in a fairly light-hearted vein, I was not hurt and neither was the driver of the other vehicle (What could have happened --- no, we're not even going there.)
"Well, I think we can treat this as a 'knock for knock'," said the police officer who attended the scene. "Oh, do you," I thought. "Not bothered to look at the skid marks from the other vehicle, then?" But I didn't say anything - I just wanted it not to have happened.
By then Keith had arrived on the scene and ascertained that it was still driveable, so I drove back, following him.
He said he was very proud of me for doing that. Gold star for me, then!
But it looks like I'll be walking to my counselling work on Monday. Let's hope it won't be raining.