Solace at the bottom of a bottle

My injured 🚗 

 On Friday I hit a nadir. My car was hit as I was leaving Tesco's carpark. Until that point, Friday had started quite well. I had a lovely hit at the tennis club, did my shopping and then my plans for the rest of the day disappeared in an instant. I was tailing a car to the carpark exit when a car pulled out of its parking space and broadsided me. I was a sitting duck. There really was nothing I could do except hope the driver had seen me. 

From that moment on everything changed. I took photos, sorted out insurance details, got home, contacted my insurance company. All this took an age. Because this happened on a Friday lunch time, I have to wait until Monday morning to get the car towed off to be repaired. I was in shock! 

Danielle popped round about 4pm. By that time I had just got my lunch! I had also opened a bottle of wine. This is not my usual habit - I don't eat lunch at 4 and I don't open bottles of wine when it is just me. I really did need a drink. Danielle joined me in a small glass. Then over the evening, on Danielle's advice, I slurped the rest! A whole bottle in one evening! Did I find solace? I'm not sure. I dealt with the delivery of the replacement car that same night and told the man who had delivered it that I wouldn't be driving  til Sunday. 

This was not the only accident this week. On Monday, Danielle, Sophie and baby Mattaya came round for coffee and cake in the garden. I duly obliged - brought the coffee, crocks and cake into the garden and fell over a plant pot. I saw Mattaya moving my way so I stepped to the left and made an involuntary dive into a bush. I still have the scars and bruises. To quote Woody - it wasn't flying, it was falling in style!

So with broken crocks, Danielle and Sophie cleared up, ministered to my injuries and made more coffee while we planned a trip to Bicester and Oxford for Thursday. Danielle wanted to pick up a second-hand bike trailer to wheel the girls around for the school run and I needed to replace a broken mug. This outing had a purpose. The trailer is also a buggy but it is a bit large for town use. It was good, however,  to dump Shadow in as she doesn't walk as far these days. 

The trailer with 🐕 

I cycled without incident to an amateur, outdoor Gilbert and Sullivan event in Stony. I picked my spot, laid out my picnic blanket and set up my picnic. When I got up to buy a drink, a woman sitting in a robust picnic chair told me she couldn't get to standing from the floor any more. Obviously trials and knocks that beset me this week haven't done lasting harm, neither has my my drinking!

A glorious summer evening in Stony