I’m aware I haven’t done a blog for a little while. Partly because I have been busy with my family visiting and then I went to Devon for a week, where my only calories seemed to come from scones, cheese and prosecco. All great but not really blog material. The other thing is, America isn’t really that entertaining at the moment. You can’t really spin what’s going on here into a funny tale when it’s sad and depressing and scary. It’s lovely being in liberal LA, where everyone seems to feel the same, but sadly it doesn’t seem representative of the country as a whole.
‘What can I blog about?’ I thought. Maybe I could talk about how the Scot and I nearly got caught up in a car crash that was the result of a shooting last weekend?*
It was part ‘Fast and the Furious’, part ‘The Wire’ and we had front row seats! That’s different to ‘normal’ life. Oh, hang on it’s kind of similar to when it happened back home on my lunch break from work when I was with my friend Kate. Except that time, we ran to the police for safety. This time? I dialled 911, was on to them for three minutes (that felt like an hour) before realising that we better get out of there before the police arrived and everyone started shooting at each other.
We did learn something from this though. Don’t go clothes shopping after a stressful ordeal. I think it’s a bit like going food shopping when you’re hungry or internet shopping when you’ve had a drink. You soon realise that the 'funny' slogan t-shirts you both bought in the aftermath can never be worn and will forever be known (thanks to my sister) as 'trauma t-shirts'.
*My mum really didn’t want me to write about it in case the gunmen found me. I only reported the crash not the gunfire, so I don’t think that makes me a grass?
