Skip to main content

We've been in an accident :(

I'd been shopping in town with Jack, picking up some Christmas presents and a few groceries and we were sat in traffic trying to get home. We'd been sat for a while. The two cars in front of were waiting to get into the car park but couldn't because the car in front of them was sat in a queue going round town.... I had my hand break on we'd been sat for so long.

I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw a van coming up behind us way too fast. I thought "He's gonna hit us!" but I knew I had no time to get out of the way, and no where to go anyway. By the time the thought has gone through my head.......


BANG!



The car jolted, me and Jack bounced in our seats and our heads slammed against the headrests - so glad we have those! The car radio jumped out of the dash! Luckily I had the good sense not to have pulled up too close to the car in front so we didn't shunt into them.

Jack asked what had happened and I said we'd been hit by a van. I told him to stay put while I went to talk to the other driver. He was reasonable. First thing he did was ask if we were OK, then said "I couldn't see, the sun was in my eyes". I half smiled and gestured to my sunglasses "That's why I wear these," I explained. Winter sun is treacherous.

We inspected the damage. His van looked a bit dented but not too serious. Cosmetic damage only. My car however.... "Oh heck, that's a write off I'm guessing" I said to him. He nodded. "Me too" he said.

We exchanged details. He's a council worker, in council uniform and a council van. I just renewed my insurance 10 days earlier. It should be simple enough to sort. We shook hands and he drove off, I called for recovery and let Hubby know what had happened.

It was an hour and a half before recovery could fetch us, so me and Jack sat in Wetherspoons out of the freezing cold and had a soft drink each while he played Angry Birds and I messaged my folks. Recovery showed up and brought us back to the local garage. I loaded up the pram two times with shopping and kiddy car seats etc and trudged home with them. Then I called the police to report it (who weren't interested as no one had been injured) and then the insurance people.

Can't believe the hassle this is causing us so close to Christmas. And my poor car........ The insurance think it might be a write off too, but it will depend what the garages have to say about it.




Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

My 1000th Post!!!!

I've been very quiet over the weekend. I was hoping that I might be able to make a special announcement as my 1000th post, but as anyone who follows my 2nd blog knows, that wasn't meant to be. So I have been at a bit of a loss at what to talk about.....
So I thought I'd let YOU do the talking! Welcome to the Favourite Post Of All Time Party! Share your favourite posts, your most popular posts, your best posts!
They can be ANYTHING from ANY TIME just so long as you LOVE THEM!

Want to be a featured blogger on the  10th Anniversary Party  on 16th September? a Rafflecopter giveaway
This raffle is posted at the bottom of my blog until 0:00 (gmt) 9th Sept so you can keep on entering after this party ends
Lets Party! By participating, linkers agree to be added to the Hop's email newsletter list, but don't worry, I wont spam you! I'll just email you invitations to the hop and announce Featured Bloggers. You can opt out at any time!

😍

via Instagram https://ift.tt/2KNCI0w

Tom's 1st Jujitsu Grading

It's that time of year again! Jack and Tom have been preparing for their grading since September. Jack is used to the whole process now, but for Tom it was the first time. This time we were taking Jack's friend Rory with us - he goes to a different school but does jujitsu with the same club.

Tom was trying for his first belt which is white. Rory was going for orange, and Jack was going for blue.

As usual parents can't stay to watch, so after dropping the three of them off I went for a wander to get some steps in for my own fitness (and a coffee and mince pie) with Freddie. In the freezing cold and bitter wind of Morecambe in December! Lucky old Hubby and Georgie stayed at home in the warm! Freddie didn't rate it at all - if he wasn't still 100% a boobie baby I wouldn't have dragged him out in it and left him home in the warm too.

When I got back to the school and queued up to get in and watch the belts be awarded I wound up chatting with another mum. We got on…