Last week, while Brad was away at Missenden Abbey for his research team retreat, a strange thing happened on Island Wall.
I was speaking to Brad on the phone, after the kids were in bed (near 11pm, actually), when I heard a very loud noise. I thought hooligans had broken down the neighbor’s door, so I promptly closed all of our security gates over the windows. When I finally got up the courage to look outside, I saw flashing lights, then heard sirens. Something bad had just gone down.
I went upstairs and looked out the window and this is what I saw (forgive the horrid lighting conditions):
On our tiny little street ( not really wide enough for two cars to pass each other), there was a police car, and two fire engines.
And a car in the garden across the street. Upside down.
Apparently, someone was driving ridiculously fast around the corner, skidded off the road into a fence, then drove (probably more-like flew) through 5 front gardens before landing upside down. Sheds, fences, and hedges were destroyed. Astonishingly, no one was hurt. Quite a kerfuffle, for the little Island Wall neighborhood, though!