I kept meaning to post.
There's work stuff. developments re Craptastic New Boss. Minor developments, but movement nonetheless.
But the irony when I see my last post, when the thing that prompted me posting today?
Today some... person drove into the back of me when I was waiting at a roundabout. Luckily I drive an automatic, so when I'm not moving, the brakes are on (as opposed to bite point in a manual) - so when the person rammed into me, we didn't go too far onto the actual roundabout and didn't, therefore, get squished.
We pulled to one side and the passenger of the other car leapt out and came to us, to enquire if we were alright ... Mum was a bit freaked out at this point, head in hands and scared... the first thing this chap said is "are you alright? It was my wife's fault." (No shit, Sherlock...)
Anyway, details were exchanged, photos taken and much biting of tongue as I remained civil throughout. At one point, I double checked, "There's going to be quibbling over responsibility is there?" - Chap says, straight away "no, we drove into you, it's our fault." Wife says - "I thought you were going to move, there were no cars coming.", "There were" sez I. "No there weren't..." And Chap intervenes - "We're not going to that, it was our fault, we drove into her." (Driver never even got out of her car, she had a fag in her hand the whole time, including when she hit me.)
Anyway. My poor Barney is very bruised, bent and battered. I'm not sure at this point if he can be salvaged, as, although he is driveable, both the rear bumper is naffed in its entirety AND the boot/rear hatch is bent badly. Poor baby Barney :(
I spent an hour on the phone to the insurance company, who were helpful, but barely intelligible - I think they have a word count per minute in the hundreds, garbled and repetitive. I am promised a call tomorrow from a hire company with a replacement like for like vehicle, and the garage for the assessment.
Later in the afternoon I received a phonecall from the driver. "We didn't take your registration number, we need it for the insurance.... What make and model is it? Thanks." No apology, no civility. I saved her number in my phone as "car fucker."
Thankfully, around an hour later, Chap phoned me, he introduced himself saying "we met in unfortunate circumstances this afternoon", then proceeded to tell me insurance claim had been made, that his insurance company may contact me, that they had accepted FULL responsibility for the accident and he wanted to let me know and call out of courtesy. One of them has a conscience and some manners at least.
What a crock though. Poor Barney. Poor Me! This year is really turning out to be a bit pants.
Pah.
I'll update re work another day.
But the irony when I see my last post, when the thing that prompted me posting today?
Today some... person drove into the back of me when I was waiting at a roundabout. Luckily I drive an automatic, so when I'm not moving, the brakes are on (as opposed to bite point in a manual) - so when the person rammed into me, we didn't go too far onto the actual roundabout and didn't, therefore, get squished.
We pulled to one side and the passenger of the other car leapt out and came to us, to enquire if we were alright ... Mum was a bit freaked out at this point, head in hands and scared... the first thing this chap said is "are you alright? It was my wife's fault." (No shit, Sherlock...)
Anyway, details were exchanged, photos taken and much biting of tongue as I remained civil throughout. At one point, I double checked, "There's going to be quibbling over responsibility is there?" - Chap says, straight away "no, we drove into you, it's our fault." Wife says - "I thought you were going to move, there were no cars coming.", "There were" sez I. "No there weren't..." And Chap intervenes - "We're not going to that, it was our fault, we drove into her." (Driver never even got out of her car, she had a fag in her hand the whole time, including when she hit me.)
Anyway. My poor Barney is very bruised, bent and battered. I'm not sure at this point if he can be salvaged, as, although he is driveable, both the rear bumper is naffed in its entirety AND the boot/rear hatch is bent badly. Poor baby Barney :(
I spent an hour on the phone to the insurance company, who were helpful, but barely intelligible - I think they have a word count per minute in the hundreds, garbled and repetitive. I am promised a call tomorrow from a hire company with a replacement like for like vehicle, and the garage for the assessment.
Later in the afternoon I received a phonecall from the driver. "We didn't take your registration number, we need it for the insurance.... What make and model is it? Thanks." No apology, no civility. I saved her number in my phone as "car fucker."
Thankfully, around an hour later, Chap phoned me, he introduced himself saying "we met in unfortunate circumstances this afternoon", then proceeded to tell me insurance claim had been made, that his insurance company may contact me, that they had accepted FULL responsibility for the accident and he wanted to let me know and call out of courtesy. One of them has a conscience and some manners at least.
What a crock though. Poor Barney. Poor Me! This year is really turning out to be a bit pants.
Pah.
I'll update re work another day.