All the videos we’ve seen from those Russian dash cameras have been dramatic/explosive/terrifying. Here, a slice of the nicer side of humanity.

As I was driving to work this morning, I drove over an object in the road. As it slipped under the car and out of view, I noticed that it was a saw. You know, like a carpenter would use. Thankfully, it was in the middle of the road, between the wheels and couldn’t do any damage. But how did it get there? Has someone got to their destination, unpacked their toolbox and sworn at the lack of saw they find there?

Just recently it has started to come to my attention that I may not be as good a driver as I first thought. I mean, touch wood, I have not yet crashed. It is bound to happen, but I would rather put it off for as long as possible! I passed my theory test first time, and my practical driving test first time after only six months of driving lessons. I think that’s pretty impressive, even if I do say so myself.

Every time I get in my car, I have to pull over for an emergency service vehicle. There’s always something happening. Every day, for the last seven days, I have heard the sirens and moved out of the way. I’m beginning to hear them in my head and check my mirrors when there isn’t anything there! Is the summer a more dangerous time for people or has this just been a bad week?

Raining today. My indoor activity for a Wednesday was to head to the Cornish Indoor Market. It’s the largest indoor market in Britain and boasts stalls of all shapes and sizes selling all manner of things. Mr C likes a good market, so I thought this would be a good place to take him on a rainy Wednesday. Apparently, the entire population of Cornwall had the same idea. We are not ones for sitting in a queue.

Although it is simultaneously amusing and heart-warming to emerge from a shop and find a sea of England Flags filling the car park, please could everyone make sure they are attached properly. I was driving behind someone who’s flag fell off (I’m still not sure how that can happen - aren’t they attached to the windows or something?) and as it flew up and over my roof, it gave me a heart attack.

I came home yesterday, and it was raining and really nasty weather, just at the time when it’s getting dark. I hate that time because you have your lights on but they’re not really doing anything, although it’s still hard to see. Over the weekend, I tried my hand at making my own fudge. It wasn’t a complete success, but Mr C did attempt to eat it. He ate quite a lot of it actually, despite my warnings that it was basically pure sugar.

An old friend sent me a long email filling me in on everything she’s been doing in the two years it’s been since we saw each other. It’s almost as if nothing’s changed. It was just like old times, but it’s also completely different. I’ve moved so far away from those days but sometimes it feels like I’m still right back there. And in a way I am. But aside from that, it’s a gorgeous day.

Today, I was driving through Dartmoor and winding around those intriguing roads. Into my head popped an amazing story, and I was visualising it being adapted from the book to television, on the BBC. Of course, the big obstacle is writing it, but at least the dream is there.