¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦
23:36 GMT, Thursday 8th Jan 2009. Life support is blowing warm air across bare legs and feet. Steam is rising off my damp head in an otherwise very cold room: I've just climbed out of a very hot bath hoping to avert stiffness and pain. My muscles are starting to ache as adrenaline wears off.
I was driving home from a friends house tonight and somebody decides to pull out right in front of me. I stamp on brakes. Everything locks and I get dragged along inside a sliding hunk of metal into a perfect T-bone collision.
Everything stops.
My brain is going, "No way... this didn't just happen".
I glance to my right and I see the other car, not moving, the driver hunched forward head in hands.
Neither of us were hurt, thank God. They hurried over and immediately admitted responsibility. But Swampy's got a mangled front end - I can still drive her, but I'm really hoping it can be fixed... and not written off, because I love my little biscuit tin of a car - so we'll see what the garage says when I call tomorrow. Luckily they are insured.
It could have been worse.
But after my 2nd hastily guzzled mug of tea after I got home, my lower back is starting to throb, my shoulders ache, and my wrists and forearms are hurting - probably where I clenched the steering wheel like it was a hot date.
Life's a bit of a story this week, eh!
Djr