Today has been a strange day, filled with enough events to make for an interesting night’s dreaming.

After my first day at school, with lots of children, parents, and coffee, the weather turned inclement: thunder and lightning like I’d never heard, along with a torrential downpour. I was almost a little scared, actually, since the thunder seemed permenantly near, and rumbled with a force that suggested it meant business.

Luckily, the rain ceased when I went to pick up Freya, and, after coming home for a short while, we made our way to swimming school. Whilst waiting for the bus I noticed the front wheel of the pushchair had got a puncture.

As we almost arrived at our destination, about five minutes walk away from the swimming pool, the bus made a left turn and side-swiped a car. We were forced to ascend and walk the last couple of hundred metres.

Coming to a junction, I saw a man lying on the ground, with what looked like medicine in his hand. I had neither the time nor the inclination to help the poor bugger, but there were two other people helping him with this predicament.

A few more yards further on, I passed a woman who had noticed a few small pools of blood (probably from medicine-man. She told me that she couldn’t help the old guy, and didn’t like the sight of blood because her husband had just been diagnosed as having a tumour, and that the worst bit was the uncertainty. I left her in almost in tears with a “terrible”, and a couple of “I understand”s. It all sounds a bit rubbish, but I really do not know what to say to complete strangers who share their heart-breaking stories with me.

It’s a good job Jo’s brother is going to give us a car: I don’t think I can stand any more of this public transport malarky.