Today some normality returned to our household, my son Mark went back to his piano lessons with my cousin Jack.
This has been after a rather scary, disjointed and hectic couple of weeks.
Five days after Mark got out of hospital he was driving in Wantirna Rd, Ringwood when a woman driving in the opposite direction decided to make a right hand turn, ostensibly in front of him, but instead she collided with my car (which Mark was driving). She wiped out the entire driver’s side of my car and because Mark had, at a seconds notice, tried to avoid her he had also collided with the gutter and then a light pole on the left hand side of the road. Mark was trapped in the car for some time until the ambulance officers checked him out and found that, though sore and a little bruised, he was okay – thank you God!
The woman, who had two small children in her car, was screaming at Mark that he had hit her but the Police, who also attended the accident, after investigation, told Mark he was totally in the clear because he was going straight ahead and the woman was supposed to give way to him. It must have been very scary for her children though and I was very happy to hear that they were not harmed.
Then it was time to spend hours and hours trawling through Car Sale websites on the computer and then to visit used car yards in our area to try and find a replacement car for our family.
On the second or third day we found another car, a Ford Fairmont again, of course, and a year younger than my lovely “Nellie” had been. But this was not the end of the drama, how could I ever have thought it would be that easy?? Our insurance company had a few problems, one of which was misplacing “Nellie” at their yard, so an assessment couldn’t be done. After many (some rather terse) phone calls and almost two weeks later they found “Nellie”, did the assessment and I finally got my money to pay for my new car which Kilsyth Kars had very kindly held on to for me whilst the RACV got their act together.
Below: "Nellie" in Oct 2009
A few days after the accident Mark developed a really bad dose of the flu, poor darling, he was pretty miserable for about a week. They say these things happen in threes, so there was No.3!
That’s not the end of our dramas though – last Saturday our 10 year old dog, Muffett, had some severe, painful problems with his legs again and my middle daughter, Diane, had to take him to the vets. Long story short is that he has now moved in with Diane & her cats, as we didn’t have anywhere here to confine him for two weeks as the vet said had to be done. He will probably now live out the rest of his life with Diane and her cats, Marmalade & Tiger for company.
Above: Tiger & Marmalade
Below: Muffett
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