Decorative tiles on a building in Sevilla, Spain
Early this afternoon I was out running errands. Walking across a pedestrian crosswalk, I had to jump on the curb to avoid getting mowed down by a car. It was a woman, talking on her cell phone and running a red light. She was literally two inches from hitting me - thank goodness for peripheal vision and a quick reaction on my part.
The woman suddenly realised how close she'd come to causing me serious injury and waved and mouthed "desolee" (sorry) at me, without even interrupting her phone conversation!
This little scare shook me up more than I'd like to admit, even though I continued with my errands. It's the second time recently I've narrowly escaped being run over - in the last incident, a motorcyclist speeding around a corner skidded to a halt to avoid hitting me in the crosswalk.
When I got home this afternoon I fixed a bowl of soup and snuggled on the sofa under my grandmother's afghan reading the January issues of Elle Decor and Country Living. Pure escapism. Yes, I had a million other things I should have been doing - but I didn't. Because the mad news coming out of Washington, the five-year anniversary of prisoners being detained at Guantanamo Bay and the near-accident have drained my energy. Today it's all about cocooning.