The police don't attend RTAs (Road Traffic Accidents) any more. They will only attend RTCs (Road Traffic Collisions). Chief Constables who have risen to be appointed under recent administrations are passionate about labels, if nothing else. The term road traffic accident implies no fault. If the police attend even a minor bump these days, it is more likely than not that someone will be prosecuted.
I suppose it is a reflection of our society's need to attribute blame. What none of us can bear is the random, the unguided hand of fate. We can't control it. We can't plan for it. We can't ensure that we avoid it.
I wish I had someone to blame.
I don't much care for Thomas Hardy. Ann liked him though.
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"
Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . .
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.