I don't have a car for four and a half years, and then, before I've had this one three months, a friendly, local lorry driver decides he's going through my car when the lights change. Sitting up in his elevated position, he sees the traffic lights have changed. However, logic should have told him, that from the time the lights change, it will take a few seconds for each of the cars between him and lights to move. In my lowly position, I couldn't even see the lights. He was in the back of me before the car in front had even taken their foot off the brakes.
As he's a lone operator, he doesn't want to go through the insurance, so he's paying privately for the repairs. Not only has it thrown my day off today, tomorrow I have to go round garages to get quotes, and then I'll be without the car while the work is carried out.
On the up side, the car is still running, the dog is ok and we can get him out of the back of the car. Daniel is ok, kept his cool, and looked superb in his role of PI, taking photos of the damage and the offending lorry. I'm ok, although I've jarred my back, but we are still here to tell the tale, and that's all that matters. A ruined schedule is a small price to pay.