… that I could possibly do anything so stupid, but here I am, overcoming my embarrassment… confessing.

I am not a confident driver, not a particularly good one either, but until now I have never had an accident that was my fault (although if I’m honest there’s been a couple of times I have been extremely lucky, but that’s another story). But I’ve got a little blasé about it all, especially about reversing as my little Micra has one of those reverse parking beeper thingies (yes, that’s the technical term) which I have become a bit over-reliant on.

So there I am, having wrestled a disgruntled Akra Jr into his carseat, reversing the Micra in Blockbuster’s carpark on Wednesday, only half listening to the beeps getting closer and closer together… then the continuous tone… then THUD.

Oh God. I’ve just hit the Landrover behind. I get out of the car with that sick feeling in your stomach. I don’t even have a pen or paper on me to leave a note for the driver. I check our bumpers. Very very fortunately for me I was going slowly enough that there was no damage to either bumper and as there is no angry owner running towards me shaking his fist, I drive away chastened and more focussed on what I’m doing.

I have no idea why I didn’t stop in time – obviously I thought I had more room than that and I wasn’t concentrating properly, but really I have no excuse, no extenuating circumstances. I was just utterly utterly stupid.

So, why am I confessing today (Friday)? It’s because Akra Jr has suddenly taken it into his head when he gets in the car to say “Beep beep beep beep beep ….. BANG!” then giggle insanely. Over and over again. Akra thinks it’s hilarious (and I believe has been secretly encouraging him). Luckily, Akra Jr has the world’s cutest giggle so I have to laugh along – I can’t help myself.

*blush*