A miracle escape in Sunderland (Rousse)

I decided to give the meeting in London a miss and instead caught the train to Sunderland. There I visited my university friend SL and her young, and extremely irresponsible, husband.

While S and I played in the snow along the seafront a huge articulated lorry skidded across the carriageway. I leapt from my blue plastic sledge just in time to see it crushed beneath the lorry’s front wheels.

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