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Hey there, Keesha. By the time you read this your trip may well be over, but whether it is or not I wish your sister a good result from the chemo she is undergoing. It must be a very stressful time for you, but I’m sure everybody who reads this will be thinking of her and wishing her the best outcome.
Jackie and I seem to be undergoing a series of misfortunes, but their frequency appears to be slowing down a little.
When we drove back from Palm Springs and arrived at our friends’ house Claire was preparing dinner when I went to pour the pre-dinner drinks. I found the whisky bottle contained only enough for one very small drink, so I volunteered to drive to Safeway to pick up another bottle and some Fever Tree tonics for Jackie’s G & T. On returning to the house i got out of the car and in walking to the front door I tripped on the concrete step from the car port and fell flat on my face. It’s amazing how quickly your mind works in emergencies - I started to go down and tried to protect the bottles in the shopping bag, realised I needed to put that hand down to try to break the fall so dropped the bag. There was an almighty crash as it hit the concrete, rapidly followed by a whoosh of outgoing air as I hit the ground soon after.
I lay there, wondering if I had done myself a serious injury or, worse still, had I broken the bottle of whisky. I was still in shock and lay there, winded. There was a storm going on with strong winds and heavy rain but I couldn’t get myself up.
I began to wonder why no one from the house had come down to see what had caused the crash of glass. But no assistance was at hand so I slowly got myself upright and gingerly had a look inside the bag. Miraculously, nothing had been damaged; the contents of the bag were intact. I wish I could say the same about my body.
I think I did myself some kind of bruising to internal organs just below the rib cage on the left side. It was very painful every time I moved and took all of two months before it stopped hurting. My left hand is still painful to this day.
We passed the rest of the time in California visiting our favourite restaurants and saying hello to all the staff who welcome us back.
After the overnight flight back to Heathrow we had the whole day to kill before our flight in the evening to Luxembourg. Luckily we are members of the BA Executive Club so we had the advantage of the lounge, where food, drinks, newspapers, etc., are available free of charge. We had a wander around the shopping area in the terminal, but weren’t seriously shopping.
Our son met us at the airport and drove us home where we unpacked the necessities (toothbrushes and similar items) before driving down to our nearest Italian restaurant for dinner.
Back home we left our suitcases open in the hall and staggered up to bed with jet lag snappingg at our heels.
Next morning, Friday, I woke up just before 5 a.m., realised that I wasn’t going to go back to sleep so got up quietly and went downstairs to read the daily papers online and catch up on our emails. I made myself a coffee and went into the living room with coffee in one hand and my iPad under the other arm. Of course, I completely forgot the suitcases in the hall and promptly walked into one, falling over and spreading coffee up the door and over the floor. I also managed to take a sizeable chunk of skin off my right shin, which was painful in the extreme. The series of thuds as my body, the coffee and the iPad hit the suitcase and then the floor woke Jackie up and she called down asking what the noise had been. I explained I had fallen over the suitcase and then set about mopping up the coffee and dressing my bleeding shin. Then I made myself another coffee, stepping carefully around the case as I went back into the living room.
We had, stupidly, arranged to drive to England to stay with my cousin for a few days just two days after we flew back so we set about washing the odd item of clothing and repacking for our second journey.
We left at 9 a.m. and drove through Belgium to France. On the motorway between Lille and Dunkirk I was driving along the outside lane when a car I was overtaking began to pull out into the exact same piece of road that I was occupying. I braked hard and moved towards the left as far as I could, which was not very far at all. I hit the central wall with an almighty crash, bounced off and the car started slithering about. I got it under control and the road, now being empty, I was able to pull over to the right and stop on the hard shoulder. The other driver was long gone.
When the car came to a halt I looked into the side mirror but couldn’t see any damage to the bodywork. I got out of the car and reluctantly began examining the body panels. I was astonished to see the there was no damage whatsoever. The wheels were well and truly scratched and the tyres bore more scratch marks, but the body and paintwork were totally unmarked. Now for the next big question - had the tracking and wheel alignment been knocked out of alignment?
The only way to tell was to drive it, so we did.
We started off at a low speed to see if there was any vibration or steering wheel shake. There wasn’t a trace of either. Speeded up a bit and everything was still okay. We carried on to the ferry terminal without any further excitement.
At first I couldn’t work out how I had managed to hit the wall without damaging the body, but when I examined one of these walls I saw that they are wider at the bottom than at the top we were fortunate that the shape of the car’s body meant that the wheels hit the base of the wall without the paintwork being touched. Since we have a leasing contract with Mercedes-Benz and we are due to pick up our new car at the beginning of January I had to replace the wheels on the driver’s side but there was nothing else to give our insurers a heart attack.
We passed the three or four days in the UK in subdued mood, did a bit of shopping and taking a fond farewell of my cousin and his lady friend drove back to Dover. We stopped off in Wimereux to break the journey at our favourite hotel before driving back to Luxembourg the next day.
All was quiet for a couple of days when we were struck again. It was about 8 am and I was sitting downstairs checking my emails and reading the newspapers online; Jackie was in the shower and I was waiting for her to finish so I could take my shower. Suddenly my reading was interrupted by a loud and reverberating crash from upstairs. Thinking Jackie had slipped I hurtled upstairs to check that she wasn’t hurt. As i burst into the bathroom Jackie, looking somewhat bemused, said, “The door just fell off the shower.” I thought I had misheard what she said until I looked at the cubicle and saw that one of the doors was inside the shower and leaning against the wall, completely free of its hinges. I asked what every husband would have asked in the circumstances, “What did you do?” She was outraged. “I didn’t do anything,” she protested. “I was standing here by the sink when the door just fell off.”
On examination I could see that the door, which was glued into a plastic tube which swivelled, had fallen out when the glue lost the last of its adhesive powers. The door itself is quite heavy, made of translucent, fairly thick, plastic. It weighs about as much as real glass.
When it came time for me to shower, I hauled the door out of the cubicle itself and leaned it against the radiator, then showered with the remaining door acting as a spray shield so that I could keep as much water as possible within the cubicle.
It took me quite a while to find an adhesive that was strong enough to hold the door in its setting and then to re-mount the door again. I’d already decided that this repair only needed to be temporary as it would be wiser to get rid of the present cubicle and install a new one. We intend to do this after our time in California in January/February.
Just a week after this I was alone in the car, going to see a film that Jackie didn’t want to see (Hacksaw Ridge). At the end of our road we have to cross some open fields and then drive through a stretch of forest. It was almost dark and I was driving along a straight stretch of road when I ran over an object in the road I hadn’t even seen. There was a bang and the right front of the car rose up and came back down. This was strange as I hadn’t seen any object in the road and had no idea what I had hit.
When I examined the spoiler my heart sank. This was going to be expensive. There was a four inch vertical split. But what had I hit? It couldn’t have been wild animal as there was no blood, no fur, and no body lying in the road. There was no object big enough or heavy enough to do such damage lying around. I got my torch and began a search of the undergrowth at the side of the road. There was nothing that, to my eyes, could have done such damage.
The only thing to do next day was to call my insurance company who duly sent me a form to fill in. It’s not easy explaining the inexplicable in French to your insurers, believe me. But since I have comprehensive cover they arranged for the repairs and even fixed me up with a hire car for the duration of the stay in the body shop.
We have now had almost three weeks without another misfortune (fingers crossed). We leave on January 10 for California to take care of Claire and Terry’s house while they are visiting their son, d-i-l and granddaughters in Australia. No more misfortunes, please.
Jackie and I seem to be undergoing a series of misfortunes, but their frequency appears to be slowing down a little.
When we drove back from Palm Springs and arrived at our friends’ house Claire was preparing dinner when I went to pour the pre-dinner drinks. I found the whisky bottle contained only enough for one very small drink, so I volunteered to drive to Safeway to pick up another bottle and some Fever Tree tonics for Jackie’s G & T. On returning to the house i got out of the car and in walking to the front door I tripped on the concrete step from the car port and fell flat on my face. It’s amazing how quickly your mind works in emergencies - I started to go down and tried to protect the bottles in the shopping bag, realised I needed to put that hand down to try to break the fall so dropped the bag. There was an almighty crash as it hit the concrete, rapidly followed by a whoosh of outgoing air as I hit the ground soon after.
I lay there, wondering if I had done myself a serious injury or, worse still, had I broken the bottle of whisky. I was still in shock and lay there, winded. There was a storm going on with strong winds and heavy rain but I couldn’t get myself up.
I began to wonder why no one from the house had come down to see what had caused the crash of glass. But no assistance was at hand so I slowly got myself upright and gingerly had a look inside the bag. Miraculously, nothing had been damaged; the contents of the bag were intact. I wish I could say the same about my body.
I think I did myself some kind of bruising to internal organs just below the rib cage on the left side. It was very painful every time I moved and took all of two months before it stopped hurting. My left hand is still painful to this day.
We passed the rest of the time in California visiting our favourite restaurants and saying hello to all the staff who welcome us back.
After the overnight flight back to Heathrow we had the whole day to kill before our flight in the evening to Luxembourg. Luckily we are members of the BA Executive Club so we had the advantage of the lounge, where food, drinks, newspapers, etc., are available free of charge. We had a wander around the shopping area in the terminal, but weren’t seriously shopping.
Our son met us at the airport and drove us home where we unpacked the necessities (toothbrushes and similar items) before driving down to our nearest Italian restaurant for dinner.
Back home we left our suitcases open in the hall and staggered up to bed with jet lag snappingg at our heels.
Next morning, Friday, I woke up just before 5 a.m., realised that I wasn’t going to go back to sleep so got up quietly and went downstairs to read the daily papers online and catch up on our emails. I made myself a coffee and went into the living room with coffee in one hand and my iPad under the other arm. Of course, I completely forgot the suitcases in the hall and promptly walked into one, falling over and spreading coffee up the door and over the floor. I also managed to take a sizeable chunk of skin off my right shin, which was painful in the extreme. The series of thuds as my body, the coffee and the iPad hit the suitcase and then the floor woke Jackie up and she called down asking what the noise had been. I explained I had fallen over the suitcase and then set about mopping up the coffee and dressing my bleeding shin. Then I made myself another coffee, stepping carefully around the case as I went back into the living room.
We had, stupidly, arranged to drive to England to stay with my cousin for a few days just two days after we flew back so we set about washing the odd item of clothing and repacking for our second journey.
We left at 9 a.m. and drove through Belgium to France. On the motorway between Lille and Dunkirk I was driving along the outside lane when a car I was overtaking began to pull out into the exact same piece of road that I was occupying. I braked hard and moved towards the left as far as I could, which was not very far at all. I hit the central wall with an almighty crash, bounced off and the car started slithering about. I got it under control and the road, now being empty, I was able to pull over to the right and stop on the hard shoulder. The other driver was long gone.
When the car came to a halt I looked into the side mirror but couldn’t see any damage to the bodywork. I got out of the car and reluctantly began examining the body panels. I was astonished to see the there was no damage whatsoever. The wheels were well and truly scratched and the tyres bore more scratch marks, but the body and paintwork were totally unmarked. Now for the next big question - had the tracking and wheel alignment been knocked out of alignment?
The only way to tell was to drive it, so we did.
We started off at a low speed to see if there was any vibration or steering wheel shake. There wasn’t a trace of either. Speeded up a bit and everything was still okay. We carried on to the ferry terminal without any further excitement.
At first I couldn’t work out how I had managed to hit the wall without damaging the body, but when I examined one of these walls I saw that they are wider at the bottom than at the top we were fortunate that the shape of the car’s body meant that the wheels hit the base of the wall without the paintwork being touched. Since we have a leasing contract with Mercedes-Benz and we are due to pick up our new car at the beginning of January I had to replace the wheels on the driver’s side but there was nothing else to give our insurers a heart attack.
We passed the three or four days in the UK in subdued mood, did a bit of shopping and taking a fond farewell of my cousin and his lady friend drove back to Dover. We stopped off in Wimereux to break the journey at our favourite hotel before driving back to Luxembourg the next day.
All was quiet for a couple of days when we were struck again. It was about 8 am and I was sitting downstairs checking my emails and reading the newspapers online; Jackie was in the shower and I was waiting for her to finish so I could take my shower. Suddenly my reading was interrupted by a loud and reverberating crash from upstairs. Thinking Jackie had slipped I hurtled upstairs to check that she wasn’t hurt. As i burst into the bathroom Jackie, looking somewhat bemused, said, “The door just fell off the shower.” I thought I had misheard what she said until I looked at the cubicle and saw that one of the doors was inside the shower and leaning against the wall, completely free of its hinges. I asked what every husband would have asked in the circumstances, “What did you do?” She was outraged. “I didn’t do anything,” she protested. “I was standing here by the sink when the door just fell off.”
On examination I could see that the door, which was glued into a plastic tube which swivelled, had fallen out when the glue lost the last of its adhesive powers. The door itself is quite heavy, made of translucent, fairly thick, plastic. It weighs about as much as real glass.
When it came time for me to shower, I hauled the door out of the cubicle itself and leaned it against the radiator, then showered with the remaining door acting as a spray shield so that I could keep as much water as possible within the cubicle.
It took me quite a while to find an adhesive that was strong enough to hold the door in its setting and then to re-mount the door again. I’d already decided that this repair only needed to be temporary as it would be wiser to get rid of the present cubicle and install a new one. We intend to do this after our time in California in January/February.
Just a week after this I was alone in the car, going to see a film that Jackie didn’t want to see (Hacksaw Ridge). At the end of our road we have to cross some open fields and then drive through a stretch of forest. It was almost dark and I was driving along a straight stretch of road when I ran over an object in the road I hadn’t even seen. There was a bang and the right front of the car rose up and came back down. This was strange as I hadn’t seen any object in the road and had no idea what I had hit.
When I examined the spoiler my heart sank. This was going to be expensive. There was a four inch vertical split. But what had I hit? It couldn’t have been wild animal as there was no blood, no fur, and no body lying in the road. There was no object big enough or heavy enough to do such damage lying around. I got my torch and began a search of the undergrowth at the side of the road. There was nothing that, to my eyes, could have done such damage.
The only thing to do next day was to call my insurance company who duly sent me a form to fill in. It’s not easy explaining the inexplicable in French to your insurers, believe me. But since I have comprehensive cover they arranged for the repairs and even fixed me up with a hire car for the duration of the stay in the body shop.
We have now had almost three weeks without another misfortune (fingers crossed). We leave on January 10 for California to take care of Claire and Terry’s house while they are visiting their son, d-i-l and granddaughters in Australia. No more misfortunes, please.