A few weeks ago I drove through the T junction at the top of my mother in law's road - it seems I just looked right, or the other car was in stealth mode and/or pms or something, but I drove out into the road straight into the side of this other woman's car as she was passing.
We weren't going very fast, but a dent and a bash will always amount to enough to put my insurance premium up next year.
Now my car makes two different kinds of squuueeeeeeeeeee noise as I drive around. The piercing, high pitched noise delivered the sudden realisation to me that I need to change virtually everything about myself.
It's an exhausting revelation, I can tell you that much.