Everybody is fine, well I am and so is the car, but Bernard doesn’t know yet so that’s subject to change. I might need a pair of ear muffs.
Technically it wasn’t on a road, it was on a car park, and didn’t involve traffic, we (the car and I) were doing about 0.001 miles per hour and the other vehicle was definitely stationary, but the word accident is appropriate.
It is a fairly biggish car, it’s a Vauxhall Insignia, and B has expressed concerns over this! Ooops!
I set off to get a peice of fabric from town. The car park I have been using which is small was FULL and had someone waiting. So I decided to use the huge flat one nearby. My first boo boo was on to the car park. I desparately don’t want to be one of these women who have to open the door to get their ticket, so far I’ve had to do that once and a second time I had to hang out of the window. But today I wouldn’t have had room to open the door I was that close. In fact I was close enough to scrap the same wing mirror involved in the later incident on the ticket dispenser! ‘Ohhh, I hope that doesn’t leave a mark’ I thought.
Onto the car park. Now there were a lot of free spaces but did I park in the first one I came to with gaps either side and get the benefit of the additional walk into the town centre, noooooooooooooooo. I decided to drive round to see if there was a closer space and then I decided that I would park inbetween a BMW and a Toyota people carrier/van type vehicle. Why? Well because I want to get use to parking just in case I ever encountered a car park where there is only one tiny space left of course. I think this highly unlikely now because B is highly likely to confisicate my car key.
So I got in the space but was I happy? Noooooooooooo! It could be straighter. So I went to straighten up and ended up more un-straight. So I tried again and then it happened… my wing mirror brushed the MVP. I stopped. I twiddled the knob to try and bring the mirror in, I can’t decide if that made it worse, I fought back the rising panic. It’s just a wing mirror, it’s just a wing mirror, IT’S BERNARD’S WING MIRROR ON A CAR THAT HE KNOWS HOW LONG HE HAS HAD TO THE DAY. Only having said last week it was coming up to five months since he’d bought it (obviously he corrects himself and says he means, our car and we’d bought it – yeah right)!
I thought about just driving off. It’s surprising how that Bart Simpson attitude from childhood reappears at times like this – ‘I didn’t do it! It was like that when I got here!’ But the problem with that was the owners of the other car weren’t my problem Bernard was. So for that to work I would have had to drive off to somewhere else completely and leave my old live behind. I decided that as I didn’t have my sewing machine, just some knitting in the boot, this wasn’t feasible.
A couple were walking towards me and I thought
‘It’s their car, I can get it done with.’ and then I thought about Denise’s car park incident and thought ‘Don’t let it be their’s’. They were next but one. Now it’s not that I can’t stand up for myself but I don’t really like confrontation and don’t see the need for it. B quite likes a good argument, not with me of course he knows better than that but this could be a test!
So I left a little note under the windscreen wipers of the MVP you know to the effect of
‘I hit your car. People watching think I’m leaving my details but I’m not. Have a nice day! ;o)’
He he, no I really did leave my details.
It was only a scuff on the plastic I don’t even think it caused a scratch as such and absoluately no dents on theirs.
Meanwhile back on our wing mirror – there is a little black mark. I think this is likely to be off the ticket machine personally.
Thank goodness for mobile phones as I was able to take pictures of the mark however in the process of doing so I walked off without locking the car! I reallised this on the way back but fortunately it was still there! I suppose if it had been pinched I could have claimed the car thief scratched the MVP.
Bernard doesn’t read my blog so I’m safe telling all here as I don’t think I’m going to tell him I left it unlocked. He’s just woke up so here goes…