I'm not usually traumatised by stuff, but this morning when I was strapping Sebs into his car seat, a big fuck off white Luton van crashed into my car door forcing the rear passenger side door all the way forward and ripping the back off the body warmer I was wearing in the process.
Fuck, it's kind of taken me all day to stop shaking. The dozy twat was at least 100 yards down the road when I put Sebs in the car and there is just no way he couldn't have seen me... Fuck fuck fuck. I've had lots of near misses in my life, like a house burning down around me and motor, mountain and road bike spills but I wasn't a dad when those happened. Sebastian is only seventeen months old, and what if the van had been a bit close, or I was still holding him, it just doesn't bear thinking about... Anyway, he's fine, I'm fine, this is Frothers and white van drivers are stupid dozy twats.
I'm feeling lucky to be here today, I tell you...



