I posted a zero word count yesterday, after I had a major smash in my car coming home from work. I’m OK, but the car’s a write off.
I had a crash on a roundabout.
I was taking the third exit, and a truck followed me in the outside lane all the way around. I thought it was coming off on my exit onto the dual carriageway, as I was doing, but it continued on as I exited, and ploughed into the far side of my car.
The truck then dragged my car along with it, making it spin and crash backwards into a lamp post. I then shunted forwards, and ended up on traffic island facing the opposite way to the way I had intended to go.
I knew instantly that the car was a write off. The rear window had smashed and the side air bags had deactivated. I just remember saying over and over again, “I just don’t know what happened. I don’t understand what happened.”
That was yesterday, and although shaken still, I feel that I’ve had a lucky escape. No cliche: I’ve picked myself up, dusted myself down, and continued where I left off, in order to complete my word count for today.
I’m now on 13,279 words for the week. Phew!
How are you doing?