Helen crashed today. Driving at about 40mph along a duel carriageway another car pulled out from the left into her path. To avoid a collision she veered towards the central reservation and ploughed straight into a set of traffic lights. The car’s a write-off, she’s ok.
She could be dead tonight, or lying mangled in hospital, or have at least a broken limb or two but nothing except for one small bruise. I wonder if she’s lucky to be unharmed or unlucky to have been in such a nasty accident.
I heard about it as soon as I arrived at work – I’d forgotten my mobile – and I left straight away to pick her up from the Asda supermarket, where she’d been taken in by the helpful people, who’d phoned her school, called the police, contacted me, given her cups of tea and buttered toast and looked after her. We will be obliged to shop at Asda forever now.