I forgot to say on the post about Mrs T about what happened on the way there.

Dad picked me up in his car, thing is he couldnt see through his windscreen at all. It had some kind of grime on the inside and no matter how hard we rubbed at it we couldn't get it off. This meant we could only just make out other cars, other than that we couldnt see anything.
Dad said we ought to turn over but didnt. Three times we nearly hit a car because we couldnt see it. Another time had we not just about seen the car in front indicate to go round a cyclist we wouldnt of seen him, which meant that we might of killed someone.
We might of been killed.
Never been more scared.
Dad was swearing and then said this was how he crashed Sues car because he couldnt see out of the windscreen...then he said that the 20 pints of larger probably didnt help.

I was like thanks Dad.