We got a night off from the kids last night.

We went out with friends to dinner and then watched the new James Bond at the picture theatre.

When I was driving home, we hit every single goddamn red light as I headed for the motorway.

D-Missus was starting to get annoyed, but then I got this calm feeling that maybe it wasn't a bad thing. Like there was a reason for it, or something.

Then later as we finally got to our motorway off-ramp, there was a big multi-car smash. Two of the cars were actually in the off-ramp lane. The police were there, but I got the impression that it had only happened about 10 minutes before we passed by.

I wondered out loud what that could have meant for us, had we not hit every single goddamn red light.

Food for thought, I guess.

Sometimes the traffic lights are red for a reason...