Mentally drained - it has been 5 years since the worst day of my life - the day I had to start getting used to having 3 children instead of 4.
Going up a hill that has a blind bend near the top. As I reach the bend some asshole in the car behind me decides to overtake - and nearly slams into a car coming the other way. I memorise his number plate, something that I have taken to doing these days - don't know why.
I raise a hand, aiming it like a child playing Cowboys and Indians.
No justice. Why is that A-hole alive? Why wasn't it him instead of my daughter? I know that this is a bad way to think, but sometimes, just sometimes...
Continuing my journey.
Only another mile or so to go.
Into a series of bends in the narrow road.
What is this up ahead?
A car, half in a field - broken fence - the front end of the open bonnet (hood) is buckled.
It looks like A-hole's car.
Check the plate...
It IS A-hole's car! And he is standing beside it looking really miserable (and unhurt).
I tried not to look too ecstatic as I went past.
Hah! Watch out, this finger is loaded!
Sunday is Father's Day! Mrs RC told me to choose myself a small present, so I got a pack of new toy soldiers. They are nice and simple and I will try to speed paint them over the weekend. Will post pictures if I succeed. Looking forward to a nice cake or something too...
England are playing in the World Cup tonight, so I will try to get going early to avoid the rush of people trying to get home in time for the kick off. Don't want to have to use my finger again :-)
Have a great weekend!