Our friends arrive for a night at Chez RRD, takeaway curry. The phone doesn't ring! We decide what to order (that takes a while) - the phone remains silent. Mr A drives off to get the curry (the restaurant's car has broken down, so sorry, no delivery tonight). No calls. We start the repast, a fine spread!! Still we are not disturbed. Then, just as I breathe a sigh pf relief, as the last of the CTM is mopped up with the final piece of peshwari naan, my phone goes off. A job about 20 minutes away. A car has hit a tree, and the driver is unconscious.
I learn something this evening: it's not easy to bend down to tie the shoelaces of your brand new, free(!) Magnum boots with a gut full of curry! It's even harder sliding down a ditch to help get a now fully conscious, if rather inebriated, driver out of a Peugeot. And, don't get me started on the journey to the hospital...
Tomorrow - Chinese!!!
11 months ago