I’m ill. It’s karma getting me back for acting all superior when everyone around me was coming down with the same bug a few weeks ago. Karma (or Black February as I like to call it) is now also getting me back by nearly giving me a heart-attack with this mornings post. For contained within the numerous junk catalogues featuring giant slippers and the like, was a Sheriff Court summons from the ‘person’ who hit my car over a year ago. After I’d picked myself off the floor and finished hyperventilating, I called my Insurers who seemed awfully blase about it and said they had a whole department to deal with court things and not to worry as they’d sort it out. I REALLY hope it is as simple as that because I’d just got used to not getting those vaguely threatening ‘no win no fee’ letters all the time.
I’d never had a car accident before last year, so it’s been a huge learning curve, not to say a slightly complicated one. I hope that’s my 1 statistical car accident out the way and I hope to never have another the rest of my life.
I’m off to be ill for the rest of the day. I can’t eat and am drinking only water so therefore I must indulge in some boring blogging, and potentially watch an episode of ‘Misdomer Murders’. Maybe I could start a short script about being ill, getting a summons and desiring a chocolate ginger SO much that I took one out of the box to smell it earlier. Then again, maybe not.
Did I tell you I was ill?