My family and I were involved in a minor car accident yesterday afternoon. No one was injured, and we’re all fine. It did, however, result in a car chase, police involvement and three hours at the police station to give a statement. They lovely police offer who took my statement wasn’t much chop on the computer, and we had a chat about being a police officer, and what being a writer was like (me, not him). I also discovered that police statements are exceptionally boring, and my mind has the ability to create – stories, scenes, dialogue, excitement – of its own accord.
Given I was forced to endure three hours with a bad typist giving my statement on a minor-ish incident, I have chosen to give another statement here, that is hopefully much more exciting. For the purpose of good story telling, I may have embellished slightly. Ok, a lot …
Another intense pain shot through my lower back.
I’d coerced the children into massaging it for me, but knew the pain was a result of three days of lots of sitting and very little physical activity. Despite an overpowering urge to indulge in an afternoon nap, I felt the best thing to do was go for a walk. An amble. To meander along a beach, or perambulate the local river … get out of the house and wander aimlessly.
Besides, boredom was setting in and cabin fever had settled upon the household. Homicide was imminent in one form or another, should we remain housebound.
My Darling Husband leaps into action, and informs us