I nearly made it two years. TWO whole years!
There I was this morning, singing along to the radio and waiting for the cars to pass so I could get a gap to pull out and *THUD*. “Bollocks!” is what I thought as I said it out loud! So close to work. I checked my review mirror and I see the front grill. This was not a car and as I get out of the car, I see a fuck off massive truck! I am not a confrontational person so I didn’t get out ranting and raving.
Yes, that’s right. I had a car accident this morning. With a ginormous lorry. I am so pissed off just at the inconvenience of it all. To top it all off, it wasn’t a British trucker. It was a German trucker who didn’t speak English, didn’t understand English and looked completely bewildered! The back of my car is battered somewhat. The insurance company sent a recovery truck to pick the car up and take it to the garage. I can now tick “travel in a recovery truck” off my list of things to do before I’m
20 30 list.
I was at work for an hour before the truck came and brought me home. I managed to bring my work home though but have now developed some pain in my shoulders (delayed onset of whiplash maybe?) and I am going on my third date with J tonight (we’re going bowling!).
And if that was not bad enough, to top it all off, as I was talking to my insurer on the telephone, I ended our conversation with “Thanks very much. Love you”. I was aghast! I couldn’t believe that I’d said that. So I apologised profusely and hung up very sheepishly!
The thing is – I only talk to a few people on the phone – mainly family, A, B and S. And I always say “Love you” at the end of conversation. Clearly I just got carried away!