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[muninnhuginn]

I was going to sit down and write up bits of the weekend over at pianino, but shopping took longer than anticipated. Now, I just want to weep.

I heard--actually I didn't consciously do that, more I reacted instinctively to a noise that I didn't consciously register--a car knock down a cyclist, turned back to see the result, and hung on (uselessly: since someone had already called an ambulance when I rang 999 [an aside: with the prevalence of mobile phones, do many incidents now get double reported?]) until the ambulance and police arrived. There was little point in my staying around, since I'd seen nothing useful. The girl (17) had a friend with her and the driver of the car was still there and another couple stopped to help too so quite a crowd. It could have been worse: the driver was turning out of a car park, and she landed in the main road but in the bus lane only, so not in the path of other traffic. She has a very sore leg, at the least, and I'd hope in future she will wear a helmet.

Bearing in mind I've lived beside a busy main road for thirteen plus years, it's amazing this is the first accident I've encountered close up.

All I keep thinking is "she's someone's little girl".

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[muninnhuginn]

Hugs were, unusually, necessary. I don't normally burst into, albeit brief, tears in the school playground and have M hug me better (good thing it was Monday and we were both there).

On the way to my first supervision almost twenty (ouch!) years back I did witness a traffic accident. The squirrel involved, having bounced off the front of the car, scampered across my feet on its way to the trees. I've been living with the hope ever since that it was therefore as little harmed as it seemed. It's probably a good thing I couldn't follow the beast to find out, thereby making myself late with a weird excuse quite so early in my rather chequered academic career.