A great Christmas, but some sad news

We had a lovely Christmas with Al and Bx who stayed the night.

Yesterday the four of us ventured into Norwich (yes, crazy, I know. The roads were heaving, what with the start of the sales and Norwich City playing at home – they won) to the pictures – sorry, cinema. Showing my age again.

We went to see Avatar in 3D. they give you these glasses – just like sunglasses – which you wear for the film. It was absolutely stunning, for all the family – indeed, all the cinema – except me. Me? Within half an hour I was acutely suffering from motion sickness and vertigo, and had to go out. I returned after five minutes or so, but kept my eyes firmly closed for the remainder of the film, in order to survive intact. I was fine as soon as I got home again.

Then came the really awful news, from Nigel the curate (remember Nigel?) He’d left a message on the answer phone to say that there had been a hit-and-run in one of our small Norfolk villages, and the victim was a staunch and central church member. She was rushed to hospital but critically ill with serious head injuries, and on Christmas Day the family agreed that the life support should be switched off.

I still can’t come to terms with it all. Imagine how that family must be feeling. Thank goodness they have a very strong faith, which will see them through.

But I worry too about the driver who fled the scene. he or she is likely to be local/ When he or she is found and apprehended by the police, how will the village react to that? And since the victim was very central to the village as well as the church, it’s highly likely that the victim will be know to the perpetrator. What terrible, terrible guilt that person must be carrying.