Well, my friends, this weekend was supposed to be all about relaxing and chilling out. The best laid plans of mice and men! On Saturday Tony drove down to Cornwall to collect a lovely little boat he’d bought, it was to be our wedding anniversary present to each other. He was driving it home, Saturday night, when a taxi driver drove into the back of them, at 70mph, smashing the trailer and boat into the back of the car.
First things first, Tony is okay-ish. He’s hurt his neck, shoulder, and back, and I’m dragging him off to the doctor’s today, even though they checked him at the hospital at the time. But it could have been so much worse. The boat, on the other hand, is no longer with us. RIP, pretty little boat, that I never even got to see.
So much drama! But I figure this has to be the last of it, right? We’ve had our share for the year now. After this, nice peaceful life, knitting by the fire, playing scrabble, reading books. Please?!