- and it was not my fault, genuinely not my fault.
I was on the footpath waiting to cross the road when a car swerved on to the footpath. It missed the front tyre of my trike by no more than a few centimetres. It knocked the shopping bag of the person who was standing just next to me.
And the driver simply carried on despite the car horns and the shouts. The driver was simply too busy using a mobile phone while he hurried off to wherever it was so important to be.
I don't know if anyone got his number or pulled him over. (There is never a police car around when you need one.) I was too busy helping someone pick up their shopping. Broken eggs make a mess. We were both shaking. Someone else pulled over in their car and came to see if we were okay. She was lovely. I said I'd be fine but....
"Were you walking? I'll take you home in the car but I'll get you some more eggs first. Is everything else all right?"
I waited until the elderly woman was safely in the car. She still looked far too pale.
"I'll see her right into the house. Do you know her?"
I do actually. I know where she lives, not the number but the house. I told her which street it was in and told her what the house is like.
"Thanks. And you will be okay?"
I was. I am. I am but I am still shaken. I haven't told the Senior Cat what happened. It would worry him. He worries anyway.
I don't blame him for worrying. We could easily have been killed. It is a wonder we weren't injured, that my little set of wheels wasn't damaged beyond repair.
People scattered again fairly quickly. It was one of those "almost" events that leaves everyone shaken for a moment. Things quickly return to normal for most people because it hasn't happened to them.
I am wondering how the elderly woman is today. I don't know her well and I don't want to fuss. Perhaps I will leave a note in the letter box.