On Saturday I went for my usual coffee and read for an hour or so, headed to Bee's for a catch up for another hour then headed home. Three minutes from home, while I was giving way at a roundabout, stationary, someone ran into the back of me. Not terrible, driver had a baby in a child seat on the passenger side, maybe she was distracted. No one was hurt, some bumper damage, (about £700 on mine according to dear brother in law.) I shook for about three hours and I'm a little stiff, shoulder hurting and clicking and crunching enough to make your stomach churn.
Everything will be fine but it's the hassle isn't it? The inconvenience. I'm going to be without a car for a few days so getting to and from work will be a nightmare. Such is life.
Insurance company has been amazing, they've arranged for a hire car for me after all and they'll even pick me up to go and collect it. There is a lot going on at the moment, so much information coming in that I'm trying to remember, my mind is blown by the day.
A few days after the accident and I'm still nervous driving around in my banged up car. My car is collected by body shop for repair, hire car company pick me up to take me to collect hire car.
Paperwork completed, I wander outside with Aimee. "This is yours."
"You're kidding right?" I have a tiny little car and they give me a Vauxhall Mokka X in black. It's huge. Not even a bright colour to scream at other drivers, "get out of my way!" Nope. I'm stuck with the tank.
Have to say, after a few teething problems, (there is a button you depress for reverse and you open the petrol cap this way...) (I'm rolling eyes as we speak,) I grew to love it a little. Still couldn't reverse park in it, but I started to relax driving it and felt safe.
Eight days later and I have my little beloved car back but now I feel minute and vulnerable in it, and a nervous wreck driving it again.
I'll be fine and will get used to it again. And breathe.
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