Birthday Crashers

After leaving it a few months before blogging about driving, thinking I knew everything and had done everything, I have an accident. At the very least it wasn't my fault.

Accident

I had just finished work and picked Gemma up like I usually do. It was a pretty miserable day weather wise. There was a lot of traffic on Malpas Road and we were constantly stopping and starting. The visibility was pretty poor with the amount that it was raining. We were chatting about work in general when we felt a huge thud into the back of us. I was shocked more than anything. We were both pretty shook up. I wasn't really sure what had happened. Did someone really just smack into the back of us?

As you can see from the picture, it was a pretty hefty dent. I can barely get my boot open. The driver who hit me was very apologetic. They had their kids in the car too, which made me feel slightly sorry for them. I managed to get the car back home and spent the rest of the evening just calling the insurer and arranging for a courtesy car to tide me over for the next few weeks. They gave me a much newer Vauxhall Corsa that I immediately fell in love with. It's so god damn nice. It arrived just in time before me, Ieu and the rest of Esuna lot were due to go up to Worcester for Josh's birthday.

Josh's Birthday

I'd never driven up to Worcester before, but I instantly knew it was much nicer in the courtesy car. Much smoother and cosier. I wanted one of these, bad. When we got to Worcester we met Josh's family and had a delicious meal at a local Indian. Josh showed us the local venue, The Firefly, where we stayed and got absolutely wrecked for the rest of the evening. We had a cheeky smoke before the trip back to Josh's place.

Surprisingly, Josh's dad was still up and pulled out a guitar to play some chill ass tunes. It was a mesmerising performance and really topped off the evening while we tried to look sober. Jos got a kebab and decided that he didn't want to eat it when he got back. He was later seen throwing up in the garden. The sign of a good night.

I slept like shit and woke up on the floor in the living room. We all slowly got up and tried to nurse our hangovers. That's when we learned Sunday dinner was almost ready. Oh my good god damn. I wolfed that down with some orange juice and I felt human again. We said our thanks to Josh's family and started the journey back home. The drive back was very quiet. Everyone had already said everything they wanted to. It's a really long peaceful road once you get to Monmouthshire. You don't really even have to think.

So in short, a pretty shitty Friday was made up for by a pretty strong Saturday. Sunday was the metaphorical warm wet wipe you apply after a spicy meal.

UPDATE 14/11/2014 - Not having a great week. I got back to the courtesy car on Claude Road last night and it had a huge crack in the windscreen! It looked like someone had thrown a rock at it. I didn't notice before, but I may have accidentally parked in a disabled spot on the street. It was a stupid mistake, but even so, I don't think it deserved a smashed windscreen. I'm pretty lucky that I have cover for it.