Things that go bump in the morning
As some of you are aware I no longer enjoy driving – I don’t see, hear or react as well as I did 20 years ago but with everybody adjuring me to KEEP DRIVING I have made it a point of honour to go out - usually on a Sunday - once a week.
The rest of the time I walk to the doctor’s, dentist’s, chiropodist’s, hairdresser’s and once a week, fill a trolley at the Co-op which they deliver in a time slot the same day, chosen by me.
Now the nights are drawing in I may get a taxi home after the one meeting of the Bereavement group that is in the evening at the Wellington Inn.
This morning – being Sunday – I said a silent prayer – cleaned the car windows and drove down the lane, then through the town which was still quite busy. Most of the holiday makers have left but I was later than usual as I had arranged to meet Joy at the nursery where we would buy plants and have lunch.
Turning right then left into the road that leads through the Industrial Estate to the nursery I passed a row of parked cars on my left and heard a bang. Stopping as soon as I safely could I walked round the car and saw my passenger side mirror had a scuff mark on the outside but the works were hanging out. I looked back and saw one of the cars had its door open onto the road which I must have hit.
There seemed to be a crowd of angry looking women shouting at me. I locked the carand advanced towards the ‘mob’ telling myself I must keep calm and not get angry. At this point I thought the driver must have opened the door as I passed but she said no the door was already open and an aggressive woman who had been driving behind said she was a witness and it was all my fault.
When it became clear that I wasn’t going to argue the crowd melted away and I realised the woman driver and her passenger were decent women and almost as shaken as I was. We were all too shaky to write clearly so a bystander – the witness, kindly did it for us. All my documents and insurances are up to date – I’m just not sure in what order one does the necessary but I’m sure one of the boys will point me in the right direction and anyway it’s Sunday.
The driver told me something similar had happened recently to her but then the male driver hadn’t stopped. She thanked me for stopping.After a chat I told them I hadn’t driven much lately and my late husband did most of the driving as he had mobility problems. Both of the nice ladies said I mustn’t let it put me off driving. Why?
I met Joy – determined not to start boohooing – bought plants, secateurs and tomato feed (for my plants – not tomatoes). I could only manage soup and a roll for lunch but felt better for the distraction and am now thankful that I can unburden myself on you. God bless blogging. xox