I was on the way to the PC repair shop in Gibraltar (I decided my Spanish wasn't up to explaining my problems so headed for the English option!)
While driving towards the border in La Linea, I stopped at a pedestrian crossing to let someone cross the road - but unfortunately the driver behind me didn't stop and smacked into me.
It was an almighty bang, I hit my head on the headrest and my car shot forward onto the crossing. Although in the grand scheme of things, it was a very minor accident, it was still one hell of a shock!
My Spanish deserted me completely - but to cut a long story short, the police arrived, confirmed the blame was with the other driver and helped me complete all the paperwork (they were SO nice!)
Because I was shaken, I gave up on my trip into Gib (the PC shop would have closed by the time we were done anyway) and went home.
Ordinarily - this event would have sent me straight to the chocolates and into gorge mode! And I had chocolate at home, but kept in control. I did have a tiny shot of Kahlua in my coffee, but decided I didn't need to stuff myself with chocolate in consolation. I was very proud of this!
I went dancing that night to keep moving in case I stiffened up with the whiplash.