when we finally got back to basildon on the walk home a taxi was speeding down the end of a road and it was well lit enough for him to see the pedestrians, but he carried on trying to beat the lights, ran through the most almighty puddle and splashed all over me, tom and sophs buggy. soph was asleep and woke up screaming in fright and coughing out whatever filthy water she'd breathed in. by the time i registered what had happened, the taxi was halfway down the road and i coulnt get the numberplate. soph started to go into shock (she went grey and was shivering) so once we'd got across the road I stripped off all her wet things and took off my coat and wrapped her in it. when we got home she spent an hour completely silent, wrapped in a blanket on my front.
if I had a driving license (and james wasn't on day shift so i had access to the car) I could have been in colchester in 40 mins or so, and the same for the journey home again; door to fricking door and all in the comfort of a volvo diesel. as it was i spent 5 hours on various busses, trains, platforms and pavements.
so, why are we all surprised that people still buy cars?! AAAARGH!
sorry. i am feeling more than a little disheartened today
