I'm alive - the car isn't!

Well, the time has come. I have had my first car accident. I hoped it would never come, but it did. I would like to re-iterate that I am fine, but I think that the car is a write-off.

I was on my way from St Dennis to Indian Queens to pick my brother up from work on Monday evening when it happened. I went round a corner, and the car suddenly went further to the right than I expected. I thought I had hit a patch of ice, and I decided that the best course of action to take would be to counter this by trying opposite lock. The car hit a metal barrier at the side of the road, span round a couple of times, before coming to rest in the middle of the road. I was a bit dazed and confused by what had just happened - who wouldn't be? Mercifully, the car was still on its wheels, and hadn't overturned, so I managed to get out of the car without any problems, before ringing my brother to let him know that I wouldn't be picking him up from work because I had, erm, crashed the car. During this, someone stopped to offer their assistance, for which I am very grateful. I then called the police, which was necessary, as the car was in the middle of the road, and there was debris over the road. Following this, I had to make the phone call to my parents informing them of what had happened. It wouldn't have been very easy for them to come and find me because they were in Leicester sorting through more of Mum's parents' things, including bringing down my Grandad's piano, which is now my mother's, as it was left to her in the will. I can't remember whether my brother and his boss arrived first or whether the police did, but I was so glad to see both sets of people! I felt even better when my brother and his wife arrived, but I must confess that I didn't call them. My other brother did. The fire brigade came to tow the car out of the middle of the road, before (I think) going to attend another incident about 200yds closer to St Dennis. There was also an accident somewhere on the A30 near Roche that night. Fun, fun, fun! What I thought was slightly strange was the fact that the policewoman who attended the accident didn't breathalyse me, whereas I thought that it was common practice to breathalyse anybody involved in a road accident if they were able to do so. For the record, though, I hadn't had a drop of alcohol all evening, and hadn't touched any since the day before New Year's Eve 2010, so it wouldn't have been a problem. I'm not complaining at all! We got everything out of the Micra before it was towed out of the middle of the road and before it was towed away. And after the breakdown truck arrived, we all went back home for hot chocolate, which I needed, I'm telling you!

Dad went to Bodmin today to try and do some shopping, and guess what? He found the Micra, and he hadn't seen how bad the damage was, so he took some photos and then showed them to me after he got back. Even now, it surprised me how much damage I had done to the car, and even more so that I had walked away from it with only a couple of bruises! I just guess that I'm a very lucky kid.