Friday, 26 May 2017

If The Boot Fits

So after the guy drove in to me on Friday night it sets off a whole chain of events when I made the call to the insurance company on Saturday morning. Going through everything and how it actually happened they then ask me if I or any of my passengers had been hurt. I'm asked to lower my head, move it from side to side, raise my arms, to be honest I felt a bit of a dick doing this whilst on my mobile, did I feel any pain whatsoever.

Complaints of car insurance premiums rising due to scam claims I was quite surprised when I was immediately put through to a personal accident and injury law firm. They would sort out physio, I could claim for any out of pocket expenses, time off work, a broken fingernail. The whole system seems to be geared up to encouraging you to make a claim. We are all totally fine, no harm done, however I'm told any injury may present itself at a later date (which I know can happen) so please do contact them if this is the case, they have set up a file for future reference.

The car didn't get off so lightly and as they were coming to take it away on Monday frequent calls to the hire company in the hope I could get a vehicle before lunchtime so we could get to the Holy Communion in Leeds. A lovely young man named Tom rang to say he couldn't get to me before 6.30pm that day and he knows a Sharon Egan who lives in Falaraki, he would show me her on his Facebook when he arrived. Getting to Leeds was now out of the question, I do wonder if I could make a claim for that!

Apparently I was due an upgrade on the car that was delivered, they would contact me on Monday. The nice young lady at the hire company said she would be at my house between 4.30 and 6.00 with my upgraded 7 seater. To be honest I didn't pay much attention to that bit.

Laid on the sofa like Arya Stark in her blind phase, I have an eye infection and had just applied ointment, T tells me there was a lady outside for me. Looking through the window I can kind of make out this big white thing parked up. She was here with my car, I asked her where it was and she ta dah like said this is it, "you are shitting me" was my response. Now if I had wanted to do a bit of moonlighting on airport runs it was perfect. There was actually an aisle down the middle, which made me think of the flight attendant emergency routine. As I'm 4ft 11' getting up to the driving seat was no mean feat. There was no way on this earth would I be able to drive that, it had to go back AND I REALLY DON'T NEED 7 BLOODY SEATS!

Hire company duly contacted me the next day, they would bring me another car. Part of the registration number is UGG and it's a bit like them, all snug, comfortable and easy. I really like this one. It's a good fit.

Sha x

Thursday, 25 May 2017

Isn't it a Ironic

This month I have driven to see my sister in Wiltshire, a 5 hour drive which  as there was just me and the kids it was all down to me, it was a relatively easy drive in terms of traffic, I decided on stopping for lunch via my sons in Oxfordshire which meant to our surprise we came in to Wiltshire passing Stone Henge which I totally wasn't expecting to see just there on the side of the road. We had a lovely weekend and was really looked after. It was bank holiday weekend and my original plan was to come back on the Monday but the drive down had taken it out of me and I needed to go back Sunday to give me a day on Monday to recover.

My OH and I were then going to a funeral in South Wales, again a 5 hour drive but at least it was a shared drive which wasn't too bad. I've seen the services on the M42 way too much this month.

On Friday evening I had been to pick T's boyfriend up and decided to call into a retail park on the way back as T really didn't have anything to wear for a family communion on Saturday which meant I came back home a different route to the one I normally take. Driving through a village about 5 miles from home a huge 4x4 in front of me pulled over to the right to park up I carried on driving and he just  pulled out on me and hit me. He was very apologetic and admitted responsibility, he just didn't see me.

The ensuing calls to insurance the next day, my car was deemed undrivable, hire car sorted, my thoughts were how ironic you drive all those miles and you end up having an accident so near home.

Sha x

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