Last night, I was driving home from Birmingham in the wet and the wind down the M6. As I was travelling up the fast lane, a car slightly ahead of me in the middle lane went as if to pull out. I swerved and lost control of the car. It was like driving on ice, although I'm assuming it was the wet road. I wasn't the only accident last night! The car wobbled from left to right for a while before coming to a stop facing the wrong way in the central reservation. Fortunately the angle I stopped at was 'twenty five past' on a clock, with my front wheels on the grass in the middle of the road. I noticed today that the motorway near us doesn't have grass in the central reservation. I'd been stopped for a few seconds when something large went past and hit the back end of the car. As I was phoning the emergency services another vehicle hit me and I remember screaming down the phone, and when the man it was ok, and to calm down I just replied 'I'm in the middle of the motorway and they keep hitting me!' It took twenty minutes for the emergency services to come out, which I spent standing in the rain, on my own, in the central reservation, very scared. I just daren't imagine what would have happened if the car had come to rest facing directly down the motorway in the wrong direction, or if I hadn't been driving a Volvo! I am truly grateful to be alive, and thankful to the lovely, lovely ambulance and fire crew, and the Highways Agency man, who all looked after me. I'm shocked and achy but alive, and thankful to all my friends who have been concerned about me.
I was booked on a workshop at Paddy's today with Sylvia, a fabulous textile artist. So I spent the day surrounded by friends, doing something I enjoy, which has really taken my mind off things.
My apologies for cancelling my workshops at Wendy's this weekend, my body just needs rest to recover from the horrific shock. My play date piece just needs photographing so I will get that out there as soon as I can.
