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I screamed as my head went backwards and forwards very fast, it felt like eight times in a second, and I could feel the pain from the point of entry from the back of my head, moving out into a perfect large circle around my head, my head felt like a fragile egg shell with only a small solid yoke inside rattling about, but who shot me from inside the car? The others too with me had screamed in their own way, MP was the first to move she jumped out the car and I followed her, Lydia had crashed into us with her powerful new large estate car, (it must have gone from 0 to 60 in one second) she was in bits, crying and saying, “Sorry I pressed the wrong peddle.” Over and over again she said, “Sorry,” I didn’t know what to think at first, for literally all my peace had been shattered. What I’d feared had happened, I’d been in a car accident.

Idiots behind us was pipping their horns for they didn’t have the sense to realize if they see people standing on a roundabout edge that there has been an accident. We were not in a safe place, so to assess the damage, MP got back in her car and tried to drive off more onto the roundabout but the traffic was unforgiving and would not let her drive off as they came speeding round the corner from our right beeping their juggernaut horns for us to get out of their way, I seriously thought we were all going to die! For all they could see as they speed around the roundabout was a stationary car. I thought, we survived a car crash and now it seems its gonna end like this. I hate not been in control. I think I would have put my hazard lights on and got us all out of the car, but MP wound her window down and yelled with her hand out palm facing, “WAIT!” At the oncoming drivers and moved more into the roundabout, we all made a full circle and was now on the other side of the road, the boot of her car was up and MP tried to close it, it was badly dented in with the impact. Lydia’s car two things I don’t know what it is called at the front but one was on the left and one was on the right were intact and it was like the middle of this thing was broke into two pieces meeting to a point but not touching, facing one inch towards the ground, one inch from the ground. MP tried about seven times to shut the boot, but it wouldn’t shut. MP said, to me and Lydia, “We’re still going!” I thought I want my Mum; I don’t want to go. MP said to Lydia, “If you don’t go now you will never drive again.” I thought looking at poor distraught Lydia, she is in major shock, how can she possibly drive 200 miles? I thought there is tenacious but is this wise? We were all shaken, the three kids were fantastic. I said, to MP “The car is written off, I’m not going in that!” She replied, we will go back to mine we will use your car,” I replied, “OK but I’m not driving, as I don’t drive 200 miles and it is already late now,” MP replied, “No problem, I will drive. So, we piled back into her car and made the five miles back to hers, with the boot open all the way.

Lots of things raced through my mind with the journey back to MP’s was my car road worthy? Was there enough oil and water in there? Were the tyres OK? Would MP be able to drive my car safely as it was much bigger than hers as mine has seven seats?  I kept my fears to myself, I still wanted to go home and just cut my losses with tickets and food, Life was more important to me than that. I’d rang my Husband Paul and told him, “We’ve been in an accident, and we’re all ‘OK’.” I wasn’t sure if I was OK or not, for I’d been in an accident seven months before and I was still suffering from the effects of that mainly mentally, with flashbacks and many years ago when I was in a car accident in my tiny mini car a large lorry pushed me into the roundabout, where on coming traffic from the right could have killed me in an instant, as there was a tow bar fitted there was no damage to my tiny car and no damage to me, but four days later in the morning I was unable to move a muscle, I could only speak to my husband and tell him I couldn’t move, eventually after about twenty minutes I was able to move very slowly out of the bed with help, I drove myself to the hospital as my Husband don’t drive and the Doctor told me I had whiplash.

Now I did bring painkillers with me, just in case the pain became unbearable from the accident I was in seven months ago, but I was worried I would have bad side affects of this accident as my head had moved violently backwards and forwards very fast. I mentioned this to MP and she said, “I pray that none of us will have whiplash.” I REALLY hope I wouldn’t.

Back at MP’s house her Husband Matty was there to meet us, he asked us all, “Is everyone OK?” We replied, “Yes.” He looked at MP’s car and could clearly see it was completely written off. Matty removed the back seats from my boot and took them indoors and MP’s car was emptied and its contents was put into my car, I said, to Matty, “Please check my oil and water, that I have enough to get us there and back.” He checked and there was plenty. I asked about my gazebo but MP said, “We will leave it,” I said, “OK.” I asked MP, “Are you able to drive such a big car like mine?” She replied confidently, “In Texas I drove very large lorries and cars,” I felt a bit at ease, and tried to relax. Time had gone! We would now not make it for 10pm when the gates close. It would be pitch dark when we arrived, how would we put up 2 two-man tents in the dark? I wished I’d finished my mini fish and chips and not thrown half of it away, but I was too excited.