I didn’t know whether to blog about the accident, but I laughed when I saw The Prompt for this week; broken. Could it be more apt?
On Monday evening, 5 minutes from our hotel stop in Bordeaux, on the way from our wonderful holiday in Spain to our home in France, we felt & heard a bang. Someone had driven into the back of us as we were preparing the take the ramp off the motorway. Fortunately we were in the near side lane, fortunately no one was seriously hurt, fortunately someone else pulled over to help, fortunately the police came, there are so many fortunatelys I can’t begin to tell you. We were very lucky. Our car, a Volvo estate, boot was packed well, and Volvos are very safe cars, it could have been much worse.
Long story short; we spent about an hour at the police station that night, before Mum and Step-Dad went to A&E for Mum’s neck pain to be looked at. She’s now in a neck brace and having another X-Ray in just under 10 days. The following day Mum & Step-Dad returned to the police station to make statements and for her to be seen by a forensic doctor too.
We had to stay an extra night in Bordeaux, our arrival home was delayed by a day, but we got here. We did get home. We are all a little bit broken; emotionally, some of us physically. The car is broken too, it runs but the back is pretty smashed, it goes in to the garage on Tuesday when we will find out its fate.
It has been a very stressful time. We are all tired from the very late night on Monday and the busy days since, but we are trying to get back to normality now we are home.
There is, of course, a lot to be done. More than usual now we also have doctors appointments, garage appointments and insurance meetings alongside all the washing and unpacking and general stuff. It’s throws us, or certainly me, for a loop. But here we are, broken, but lucky.