The other day I was sitting around the table eating dinner with the kids and the husband, and I started to tell them about my almost brush with death. I started telling them I had completely misconstrued the direction the traffic was coming and I put one foot in the road and was about to take another whilst looking to my right. Something made me step back before I took another step forward, and as soon as I turned my head to look left, a coach sped past. It had missed me by inches and I would have been hit, and at least had some broken bones.
After telling my story I looked around at my family’s faces, my husband looked sort of angry like I should have been more careful, and my daughters looked so worried. My son looked up after sucking up a spaghetti strand and said, “the other day me and Daddy went on a coach.”