I nearly jumped out of my skin. Quite frankly, when you've spent all afternoon screening weirdos in wheelchairs, and then driven a car which is sicker than all of them, your nerves are in no fit state to cope with irresponsible road hogs honking their horns from a distance of three feet. But still, whilst clutching my chest and trying to fend off a major heart attack, I was at least able to console myself with the knowledge that A & E was no more than a five minute crawl away.
As the culprits drove off down the road, they even had the nerve to gesticulate to me out of their car window. I felt like making a few hand gestures of my own, I can tell you.
Anyway, it's difficult to say who would carry out such a heinous act of wanton road rage, but I'd guess it's the kind of bracelet-obsessed individual who loves leopard print, country music and gospel singing, and spends his spare time hanging out with The Cheeky Girls.

Although I doubt such a person exists.
Anyway, the good news is that I survived, and managed to stagger indoors safely. Where I found a bill for £457 for my car's service and MOT. At which point I finally fainted.
But it's all good practice for tomorrow. I'm sitting in on a morning of eye surgery at the Sussex Eye Hospital. I have to be at the operating theatre at 8:15am to change into my scrubs and use the alcohol hand gel. Possibly in front of a poster of Amelie. The surgery starts at eight-thirty. And by 8:45 I should be coming round on a stretcher.
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