Flashback

They say, before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. I know this to be untrue. No, I’m not blogging from the beyond, but - years ago - I had a near-death experience.

Or, rather, a near-broken leg experience.

The doctor said that had the car been driving any faster, I may or may not have broken a bone or, at the very least, a finger nail.

At the moment of impact, a life did flash before my eyes. But it wasn’t mine. It was series 1 to 3 of Dawson’s Creek.

"I don't wanna wait for our lives to be over."

Last week, I found myself on the roadside again, but this time it wasn’t a near-death experience, but the start of something new. I was down on one knee, asking my girlfriend Brook to marry me.

In that moment, our life together flashed before my eyes. The night we met at a house party in Archway, our trip to India, moving in together, getting a cat, losing a cat, the night we fought and I threw my dinner in the compost (I had my reasons), that morning, when we had tea and toast in bed.

What happens now until the next flashback us up to us to fill with happy memories.

She said, yes, by the way! I’ll keep you updated on this blog.