I was nearly a gonner last Sunday week. I was travelling down to see friends in London, following this huge grey-black cloud from Hemel hempstead all the way. I was thinking- wow! just like the bright star showing the three wise men to Bethlehem. Except there was only one of me, it wasn't Bethlehem and I knew where I wanted to go anyway.

OK. I'm not wise either.

Anyway, just before the Dartford Bridge, as I was trying to get my change out for the toll fee and avoid being hit by others (trying to race for the entrances - such a macho stupid thing to do). Sorry . Have to stop for breath here, its such a long unwieldly sentence don't you think?

Where was I ? Oh yeah , Dartford Bridge, suddenly this thing came hurtling towards my car. It must have been a large stone. I thought "Oh My God my windscreen will be smashed, I 'll probably crash and am I wearing knickers or boy's pants, just in case I have to go to hospital?" You know, as you do in slow motion when you think about life in general and start knitting a pink top for your newly born niece and notice the cloud formation on that particular day.

The stone/thing hit my car on the bonnet and I saw two pairs of boys very high up on the footbridge. The huge boulder coming out of the blue made a nasty large dent on the bonnet. Luckily I was driving my partner's car.

Just after that incident some boy racer in a red sporty car (red-so predictable) overtook me from the inside lane. The trouble was I was also on the inside lane and it came so close, any closer and it would have needed new paintwork.

It didn't help that the radio kept on suddenly switching itself on unannounced
so every now and again I would hear a loud voice inside my car which spooked me out.

I am normally a well -balance T girl - if that isn't a contradiction in terms. But my nerves were a jangle of BT wires and anything then would have set me off like an explosion at a petrol depot. Just then my mobile rang...

A two hour journey had taken four hours because of the closure of the M1 and the local traffic problems caused by the explosion. I was in a very stressed state but managed to be phiosphical.

That was the fourth time someone had thrown a brick/stone at me whilst driving. On the first occaision the car crashed but all the injuries were minor scraches and small cuts from the glass.The last three times the windscreen remained intact and there were no injuries. Perhaps, just as the grey-black cloud was guiding/ following me, Someone Else was looking after me?