Yes, it is safe to come out now, as the topic of My Trip To Lapland is practically erased from my memory having been totally eclipsed by events of yesterday and I have something else to talk about.
Thursday evening found me giving my 17 year old son who is about to embark on driving lessons the 'How easily accidents can happen' speech. Friday morning I booked his first lesson. Friday lunchtime I proceeded to demonstrate how easily accidents can happen.
I am driving along a road I know very well indeed chatting to a colleague. It is a straight road - no junctions for several miles in the direction I was headed. It is a 30 mile per hour speed limit and I was keeping to that. It wasn't raining. There is a lorry in front of me. I realise it has slowed right down, but that is OK, I start braking. I realise it has come to a complete halt - I know not why, but I am still not worried as I am aware and I am braking. I should have been worried as my brakes didn't stop as sharpish as I might have hoped and I go into the back of the stationary lorry which as we all know makes the accident completely and utterly My Fault. The lorry drives off into the sunset, completely oblivious to what has just occurred. I drive into the nearest lay by and survey the damage - which is extensive -and says in the clearest possible terms to me 'Jane, you stupid cow. You have just written this car off.'
Age of car + mileage + damage = write off. And when I called about my insurance, a man all the way away in a call centre in Scotland agreed it was a write off by the time I was halfway through describing the damage done to my poor car.
I knew that having done 180,000 plus miles the car could go at anytime, however, having spent nearly £400 I couldn't afford on a new exhaust and catalytic converter in December, but at the time being advised it should then last me for another year, I really could have done without writing the car off four weeks later.
So yesterday I saw the bank, rearranged various loans, and the upshot is I borrowed enough to buy a Y Reg Astra from my village garage. I should get it next Tuesday, and for the first time ever I will have a CD player in my car so I am quite excited about that.
I keep trying to explain to people how I felt when I saw what I had done. It was very strange. I didn't go to pieces or anything like that. I stayed quite calm and didn't shout at myself much as I deserved being shouted at. I think I was just kind of instantly resigned to the fact I had done something very stupid that could not be undone; I had no one to blame but myself (I hate it when that happens don't you?!); I had to sort out a new car as I can't do without one; and obviously number one feeling - overwhelming relief that no one had been hurt.
Oh sod it!
* Elvis Costello (with apologies for blatant rip off of Reidski's blog.)
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