As we are to love ourselves.
Just before Christmas in a sleepy act of reversing out of my drive, in the darkest, dirtiest, dull-throbbing mist of morning, I felt a little something. It barely registered. I must have been traveling at 0.3 mph, but there was a rather muffled obstruction that made me stop. It must have been a refuse-bin that had blown over during the night. With the engine still running, but in neutral, I climbed out of the car.
What greeted me was not a bin.
What now sat in my intended-reverse-path was a small car. A silver little thing that denies description beyond its now crumpled front offside wing. There didn’t seem to be a lot of crumpled damage, but the car belonged to our neighbours, a couple who we got along with very well.
Immediately, I let them know (by text as it was still very early). Later in the morning I received a text back telling me that it was ‘no problem’ as the damage seemed minor. Thank goodness for good neighbours. My car had barely suffered a scratch, well at that speed I would have expected no less. No hard feelings?
My intention was to pay for the damage with cash, not insurance. I was expecting something costing about £100-200. I suggested a garage that had done some fine work on my wife’s car and, eventually, this was acted upon. That was when we started to experience slight misgivings; our neighbours are scientists and they don’t think in the way that we confusedly think that thinking ought to be done. They are rational thought-dissectors and rarely allow emotion to seep into their deductions and intended outcomes. I wanted to pay with cash as a way of mitigating my wife’s olympian effort in regards to recent insurance claims. I, on the other hand, had only experienced one scrape in over thirty-five years of driving. Bully for me?
To cut a short story, mercifully, shorter, I was given the quote from the garage.
This was just before Christmas, so it was like an early present. When the car was fixed, I took the money around. I was feeling slightly nervous and uncomfortable. At the door, I was told that it actually came out at an extra £100.
I have found it difficult to talk to them since, especially as their son and his girlfriend have now taken to parking both their cars on the road directly outside our drive which adds an extra few driving manoeuvres to reverse in or out.
Can you help us?