Yesterday, I finally got my car back from the panelling people. Today, Whitney and I were driving through Cupar, traffic was at a standstill as per usual, and an elderly man happily pulled out of his parking space and reversed straight into the passenger door. I am at a loss to explain how he couldn't have seen the car that had been idling at right-angles behind him for the last minute or so.

We trundled towards another parking space and went out to examine the damage, of which there was none at all. Not a dent or even a slight scratch. So that was a relief and an anti-climax. It was still terrifying, though.

It has also occurred to me that my mum, who actually owns the car, might read this journal. Hello if you're watching!