I think Mark was trying to kill me

He is a wonderful man who drives and picks me up from work each time I’m working late. Especially since the weather in Cornwall is challenging at best, and pouring rain happens more often than not.

So yesterday, he came as usual, and I had loaded myself into a car. My head is still in the hospital with my patients because the shift was hard. People were trying to die, and my head wasn’t in the right place.

I was fumbling with my seat belt, trying to put it up over my bag and countless layers of clothing while he started driving, thankfully slowly. I don’t know what exactly happened because I was busy unloading the stress of the day on him, which involved lots of cursing and saying things that would be considered offensive in the civilised world when he pushed the brake.

Really… really hard because someone stepped in front of our car.

I was so busy complaining that I still didn’t fasten my seatbelt properly, and with the grace of a dying swan, I slid off the chair and twated my forehead over the vanity mirror.

And that’s why, ladies and gentlemen, you should always fasten your seatbelt before the car moves because there are idiots on the road, and you don’t want to end up with a purple egg on your forehead when your own man accidentally tries to kill you.