Poor hubby staggered home from work in early hours this morning with a badly injured leg. He’d been in a tussle with a young delinquent, and reckons if he’d been wearing police issue boots he would likely have snapped his ankle. Was in a lot of pain, had been to the hospital and taken painkillers but we had to loosen his bandages to provide some relief. I picked up some Canadian crutches for him today.
Earlier in the week I very uncleverly managed to bog my car on the grass verge in front of our house. I’d been coming home from walking pound puppies, running a bit late (another story there) and to avoid rigmarole of containing dogs in the yard I decided to park outside the gate. I didn’t think I was going fast but when I applied brakes the wheels locked up and I skidded into the wire fence, digging myself into the mud. There is minor damage – some nasty scratches in the paintwork, left headlight protector is broken and the front bumper is loose where I’ve broken the clips on the left side.
Didn’t end there unfortunately. Hubby towed me out of the mud that evening when he got home, and in the process something snapped in his transmission when he engaged into low gear. He didn’t realise straight away that he had a problem, not until he had to leave for work the following afternoon. He limped it to a nearby town and got a tow. Luckily the damage wasn’t really serious, and the garage that does his servicing fixed it very quickly at no charge.