Just before dawn this morning, I heard what sounded like a load of Rumanian Gypsies shouting, arguing and swearing at each other, right under my bedroom window of our compact but adorable city apartment.
Then, at about 5.00 a.m., I was awoken again after about 3 minutes sleep by every wing of the emergency services, parked outside with flashing lights on, and generally acting professionally.
I looked out to see that they had cordoned off the street by the river with yards of police tape, and so I got up to see if I could work out what was going on.
Asking the police is about just as informative as asking a passing dog, so I did not bother. I later found out that - somehow - a 23 year old girl had been trapped under the wheels of a delivery lorry at 5 this morning, sustaining what the police later described as 'life-threatening or life-changing injuries' and is now in Frenchay Hospital. I hope she recovers, and I hope her family are bearing up.
I cannot be as tired as them, even though I have been wandering around sleepless for many hours now. I bet they will wander around sleepless for quite a few years to come.
Some utter bastard wrote to our local newspaper to enquire as to why the road had to be closed for 9 hours, implying that it was due to police incompetence in their forensic inquiries as to the cause of the accident, also suggesting that his life had been made unnecessarily difficult due to the 900 yard detour he was forced to make today.
He is ( as I implied in a letter to the newspaper website) what we in the trade describe as a 'complete and utter shit'.