Driving back "up north" last night after spending Christmas with a friend I passed no less than three, yes three potential fatalities on the motoray. First one: Just before Junction 10 (northbound) on the M1. Four lanes and some poor Barsteward breaks down in the third lane. No way he could get out of his car with the speed the traffic was going. I rang the police and just hope they got to him before anyone else did. Next: M1 closed so Plod diverts us all round Chesterfield and Worksop. Just outside Worksop there's a Rover (I think) with someone else's engine virtually on the back seat. Just hope he didn't have anyone in the back, that's all. Finally, and this is the one that made me feel really sick inside: M1 Junction 37. Something, and that's the only way to describe it, facing the wrong way in the outside lane. Debris everywhere, something covered with a blanket in the first lane, 20 plus cars on the hard shoulder, people wadering about lost. Police nowhere to be seen but no doubt on their way! Poor sod in the car - not a hope in hel1!!!!!!! I'm not religious by any means but when I got home I thanked God for getting me back in one piece. So when you wake up this morning and no one's washed up from last night, or you burn today's lunch, or we get thrashed by Burnley, or worst of all Curry's have sold out of whatever game you wanted don't throw a hissy fit, just be thankful you're alive. Some poor so and so somewhere won't have lived to see today!!! Sorry to be so morbid but last night all put things into perspective.
More reality check I have been off colour on and off for the last few weeks, I spent part of yesterday in bed ill but I feel worse today when I heard about one of my friends from postpals http://www.postpals.co.uk/pals/Nikita+M Nikita was only 11 1/2 years old. This brave young lady lost her battle with cancer on Christmas Eve. My thoughts and prayers are with her family right now.
