So I got up early to work, and then technology conspired against me. On my way to the dentist, I saw a nasty accident (car knocked a couple of motorbike - moderate amount of blood and gore), I stopped, called an ambulance, gave them my number, went to the dentist. Which I hate. Now my technology is teetering back, but I'm behind schedule. In a big way. Rant over.
Accidents: you never really think about the frailty of humanity, in every day life, until you see something. It's just the randomness: say they'd had a longer breakfast, they wouldn't have been there. Say the traffic was different, the car would have gone past already. I like to think that at some point this woman (who probably only - luckily - hurt her leg, but quite badly) will thank me. Because when the 999 people asked me to describe her, I said 40s. But then I heard her husband talking to the first aid people from the West Hampstead fire station (the accident was near that junction with Fortune Green) and he said she was 53.
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