A day in the life

A writer who works as a secretary keeps her daily diary on a new blog with a view to adding value to her life. Today's routine was interrupted by a call for help from a friend who broke her arm. She has just quit smoking and is positive that things happen for a reason:

Although Malta is not that big, the traffic jams are enormous and L lives in another town about twenty minutes away. So twenty minutes away + about fifteen minutes in traffic jam = a very destroyed, angry looking, fearless she-gender ready to pounce on every individual who tries to:
a) cross the street five paces away from zebra crossing
b) exists from a side street and trying to insert himself/herself in your line and in front of you, if you please!
whilst blocking the other side as well *ggggrrrrrrrr*...
c) take the morning very calmly as if he is driving on a sunday afternoon! (these are the over 55's old male!)
When I arrived at L's flat I found her nearly out of her wits. She had fallen from the stairs and was thinking that she had broken her arm. Tried my best to rush her to hospital and quieten her fears, but L was quite out of control. So I did the next sensible thing and gave her rescue remedy! For the time being she seemed ok...