24th August. God On The M90 Slip Road.

SO there was this rubber wheel rolling down the road towards us, that was the first indication. Then round the corner a bit further up the hill a car with the remaining tyres pointing skywards and a faint blue haze. Ummmm.. I was expecting carnage, you just don't know, but Pete being an ex PC was well used to people trapped in wreckage and screaming that kind of thing, And then here's this young lad in what looked like a pair of Winkle Pickers on his mobile. "Yes but can you come and pick me up..?" Obviously it was Un Miracle! The youth seemed attired for what might have been a wedding, perhaps he was late and that accounted for the high speed and latterly the trajectory of the Peugeot? A mini bus appeared through the jam of traffic and other well dressed people got out, some sort of congregation it being a Sunday evening. Prayers after the initial clipping of the crash barrier... explained the father. Ahhh! That explains it, walking free unscathed and all. Unless he'd suffered a ruptured spleen that didn't come to light till Monday? I mean God can't be everywhere at once?