Anyone attempting to walk or drive along the footpaths and roads in my village this morning was in for a tough and traumatic time. Unexpected and almost imperceptibly they had changed into skating rinks of the treacherous kind. You think you know your route; you travel it every day; suddenly black ice hits and crack, with no prior warning, you’re down on your back or sliding and spinning out of control and into a ditch. Getting yourself back on your feet or onto the road, can seem like a herculean task, and shaking and nervousness lasts for hours or even days. Relationship breakdown, when it comes like a bolt from the blue can have the same effect, but it hurts deeper and lasts longer. Fortunately black ice does melt and bruises also heal.