I was a young free and single lady, with a car, part time job and living at home with my parents. 

When my life was to change.  I was driving my car down a lane.  The lane was thin and very twisty, with high hedges either side and lots of tree's.  The sun was shining the radio was on and I was happy.

Then round the corner came this boy racer.  BANG straight into my car.  I was trapped in my car in a lot of pain, but he got off Scott free.  He came over to see how I was and another driver phoned the police and ambulance.

I started shouting at John the boy racer telling him how stupid he was,  I was in so much pain and there we were having a huge row.

I was cut out of the car and taken to hospital.  I was conscious the whole time and given drugs for the pain in my legs.  I had cuts on my face a broken arm and my legs were broken.  I spent a long time in hospital.

On my second day in hospital I had a visitor it was John I started shouting at him again. 

He persisted and day after day he would  come and see me, with flowers, chocolates and little gifts until he won me round.

He is still with me today we have been married nineteen years and have 2 children.  He is a better driver these days and I think he learn 't his lesson.  But I still remember and when we go out together I drive.  I feel safer that way. HA HA.  But what a way to bump into your husband.