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Amazing how much heartache such incidents can cause.  I sympathise with anyone this happens to, assuming of course that they are not at fault.

 

Over 30 years ago I was driving down the village main street around 3:30 ish.  I was passing a primary school on my left, which had those pavement barriers.  On my right, was a bus, stopped at a bus stop, but with a car nosing out from behind..looking as if it might try to come around the bus. I was down to about 20 mph.. maybe less .. and I'd moved over to my left in case the car popped out from behind the bus. Next thing a lad shot out from between the bus and the car and straight in front of me.  I had nowhere to go because of the barriers and despite hitting the brakes he was too close and I hit the lad full on.  He shot up into the air and landed a few feet down the road.  He didn't bounce, or move.

 

I went into a sort of auto pilot.  Hand brake on, out of gear, engine off, look behind..  I got out and went over to the lad who was quite still, very pale and with eyes half open. I thought he was dead.

 

At this point various people appeared from the school.. the kids having gone home earlier.  They insisted I go into the school and they would see to things.  By now I think I was in shock and everything became a blur.  They gave me tea.  I wanted to go see the lad, but they kept telling me he was OK.  A little later a motorcycle 'Cop' appeared and told me he had moved my car.  I enquired after the lad, he told me he'd been taken away in an ambulance and was not badly injured.  He also told me that there was nothing wrong with the brakes on my car and he'd been quite surprised by how good they were.  I asked if he wanted to breathalyse me and he asked if I'd been drinking. I said no.  He said then no as well.  He asked for my Driving License which I didn't have on me, so he asked for me to present my Docs at the Police Station within 5 days.  Then he said he was pretty sure I was 'In the clear' .. to go home and try not to worry.  That was that. 

Home was only 5 minutes away but I was shaking by the time I got there.  I dug out my documents.. for something to do.. and found that my MOT ran out that day.  A close thing. I was supposed to start a 12 hour night shift at 7:00 pm but called in to explain I wasn't coming that night.

 

It is really difficult to explain how it felt.  I couldn't get information about the lad.  I kept going over and over in my mind whether I could have done anything differently.  Apart from slowing to a crawl, probably not.  The local 'Bobby' (we still had one in those days) popped around and told me the lad had a skull fracture and a broken leg.  I wanted to visit him but the Bobby advised against it saying that people can react unpredictably.  I did eventually see him a few days later. About 15.  He'd got off the bus and shot out.  Said he didn't see me.  I didn't press the point.  His parents thanked me for visiting to see how he was.  I deliberately didn't take anything with me, card, flowers or anything.  I didn't want to look guilty, even though I didn't think I was.

 

As far as I'm aware he made a full recovery, which is of course the only really important thing.

 

Some months later my car insurance renewal came through.  The premium had rocketed. I discovered that the lad's parents had tried to claim on my insurance.  More digging showed they'd dropped the claim, so my 'No Claims' etc., was re-instated.  Cheeky sods!  It was probably my well maintained car that saved their lad from worse injury.  And nobody was bothered about the new headlamp, wing and bonnet that my car needed.

The final insult was that I was billed for £12 ish for the ambulance.  I refused to pay on the grounds that I was not at fault.  They insisted it was 'The Law' and I could claim it back from my insurance.  I told them I couldn't because of my policy 'Excess'.  I told them to claim it elsewhere.  As I recall.. I never paid it.

 

As I said.  Amazing how much heartache.  I've no idea how much worse I'd have felt if it HAD been my fault... but I dearly hope I never find out.

 

Col

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Not giving you a like for the agony you went through Col but because you’re able to tell us about it.  It must have been a very traumatic time for you and I hope it never happens to me.  

My uncle was a milkman in the Meadows back in the 50s.  He was off his float doing door-step deliveries and while he was away from his vehicle a little kid crawled under it.  He had no idea. He got in, moved off along the road and ran over the child.  The kid died, my uncle immediately left his job and found other employment.  He was faultless but couldn’t possibly carry on with that job and of course the episode lived with him forever.  

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I have been in a fatal accident, the details are not something I want to go over again. Everyone was very kind and said it's wasn't your fault etc. But there is always that nagging doubt and    'If i..'    'what if..'    questions that have haunted me for over fifty years. I hope no one ever goes through anything similar because you never, ever forget.

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That's it Lizzie, awful things can happen which are not your fault.. yet you can carry them with you forever. In all honesty I don't feel any guilt at all about my 'incident' now, but I do still recall how I felt at the time.  It must have been close to unbearable for your Uncle.

All we can do is try to drive sensibly, especially in the school hols etc.

 

Another incident.  I was driving through Skelmersdale, having picked up Mrs Col from her work.  I was on a dual carriageway in a low cutting.  There were a bunch of kids in shadow under a bridge on the opposite carriageway, who suddenly shot out in front of some poor bloke.  All I saw was 'bits' and kids flying everywhere.  I pulled over and crossed the central barrier to see what was what.  Kids screaming everywhere.  Several had been hit. The 'bits' I'd seen were kids shoes.  The poor chap was a mess. I don't think it helped that I was clad in very small swimshorts.  It was a hot day and I hadn't planned oon getting out of the car, but it must have added to his confusion.  I gave him my details as a witness. The kids calmed down.. none seemed seriously hurt and I went on my way.

I heard no more.

 

Col

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11 minutes ago, Brew said:

I have been in a fatal accident, the details are not something I want to go over again. Everyone was very kind and said it's wasn't your fault etc. But there is always that nagging doubt and    'If i..'    'what if..'    questions that have haunted me for over fifty years. I hope no one ever goes through anything similar because you never, ever forget.

 

My sympathies Brew.

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Brew, I've given you an upvote because I appreciate your sharing how you've felt for all those years x

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The only time I hit a person with a car they were extremely lucky to survive. I was driving down the Epperstone bypass towards Lowdham in a Triumph Spitfire at 70 mph. It was a legal speed back in the 60’s. A girl on a bicycle travelling in the same direction, for no apparent reason, turned a full 90 degrees into my path. The low bonnet of the car scooped up both her and the bicycle and she flew through the air landing on the verge on the opposite side of the road. It was spectacular to watch. The accident was witnessed by a minibus load of policemen turning into the road a bit further down. They called for the ambulance and were able to exonerate me from any blame. I visited her at home a few days later and gave her a box of chocolates!

Another close shave was on the M69. I was travelling towards Leicester at 120mph. It was legal at the time. A wheel became detached from a truck far in the distance and proceeded to roll from side to side across the road towards me. At that speed I had to slow down by taking my foot off as I couldn’t stamp on the brakes. As I got nearer the wheel kept coming, side to side, and it was still not obvious from which side to approach it. Right until the very point of near impact I still had to judge which way it was going to turn. In the end it just rolled gently past me with a foot to spare. I’ve always travelled at a much safer speed ever since!

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Err... 70 mph introduced 1965.    M69 opened 1977...?   ;)

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lovely morning in down town Bulwell today,,sorry to be boring but Bulwell and Derby hospital are about the only places i get to lately.  Always some one interesting you meet in Bulwell,,this morning it was a lady from the former Rhodesia with very thick accent,,told me only been in England 6 months,,and was living in Blidworth,,i said you mean 'Blid'th'' she laughed and said no body had told her that,,then went on to other words and phrases she must learn,, ie Bulwell is Bool and Warsop is Was'op  etc,,not forgetting 'hello' is ey-up mi duck.

                                        She went on to say 'how friendly everyone is in these parts,,.....she got that right........

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Brand new Mk2 Cortina with my two kids in the back and Mrs PP in the passenger seat driving through Welsh lanes. Approaching a right hand bend and a builders truck came round the bend towards us, going too fast. Two scaffolding poles rolled off the truck and came bouncing towards us. I swerved left onto the grass and watched the scaffold poles shoot to my right, narrowly missing the car. By the time I had ran back towards the truck the guys had reloaded the poles and were off. I was bursting with adrenalin and shock - I would have killed them.

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Think my day was more boring than yours Ben..even though officially finished...phone keeps ringing..woman ( nurse.) .keep fit merchant had toilet problems..house that is.

Whole day..new floor, lino, cistern...she lives on mung beans..needless to say gloves, jeans...in the bin.

A day chewing the fat in Bulwell don't sound bad..real life..real people.

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Here's a puzzle for you.... my Paul married my friend Carol this afternoon...

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1 hour ago, MargieH said:

Here's a puzzle for you.... my Paul married my friend Carol this afternoon...

Two possibilities. He's either a bigamist or he's licensed to conduct marriages. Only you will know.;)

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He isn't a vicar, only a lay preacher, but in the Baptist Church he can conduct marriages, funerals and baptisms ( and Communion) as well as ordinary services.  The only thing necessary for marriages is that an authorised registrar has to be there to witness the signing of the legal documents.

It's the first marriage he's ever conducted, but he's done over 20 funerals in church and at the crematorium and about 5 Believers' Baptisms (by full immersion).  We don't do 'christening' of babies although often we do have a Thanksgiving service for a baby or child, where the parents make promises to God about how they intend to bring up their offspring in a Christian home.  They aren't 'baptised' because we wait till they are old enough to choose that for themselves.

 

Lots of people in our last village asked Paul if he would please do their funeral when their time came.... so he did .....  all of them!

 

An hour and a half before the wedding, he got an emergency call from someone in the next village who had a water leak from their boiler and they didn't know how to turn it off, so he had to change from his wedding suit and put on his old clothes to go and sort that out (he just turned off the wheel valves? in the airing cupboard and the stopcock in the kitchen).  Then he's been busy tonight filling up the baptistry  at church with water as there is a baptism tomorrow morning.  

 

Could say 'there's no rest for the wicked' but he's certainly not that.  Love him to bits.

 

 

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Paul is a good egg

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I must say this two at home lark is bleddy boring...kids are all gone..big 'un is in Italy and starts his job..t'other two are in new gaffs awaiting new terms.

No leg of lamb in me 'new' oven...bottles of pop in the garage..overflowing washbaskets..bedroom blasts and podcasts...hotrods in the yard...a life of de-heading and daytime TV.. i will resist!

Don't want Parkys free pen ..even for the Sun Alliance enquiry!

This two peas..nah!..thinking about the Rescue Centre for a cat...and doing a bit of volly work.

Ralgex and Complan are on the back burner

Now..where is that Judas Priest CD?

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Yesterday ( Sunday) I took Mrs Col from the Grand Duchy, to Altrincham.  All of 20-ish miles. She says she doesn't know the area.. Neither do I, but I can read a map, follow signs and use the satnav on my phone.

The purpose was to meet a disembodied voice on a phone, who Mrs Col had been speaking to for about 20 years when gettnig translation work. I'd often taken those calls too.  'XXXX', was just a name from the XXX translation agency to us both but she was visiting friends in Altrincham so I ferried Mrs Col over today for a meet up.

All very pleasant etc. I decided to leave them to chat about the finer points of French and Italian Grammar as it relates to the Translation Business, and had a bit of a wander, while they paid through the nose for coffee etc.

 

Altrincham eh?  Never seen so many Ferraris, Porsches and assorted 'Chelsea Taxis' in one place.  Obviously it's not 'grim' everywhere up North!  The Market Hall was a hoot.  Full of 'Artisan' stuff.  Fancy bread, pies, cheeses and so on.  Real Burgers only made from ethically fed Beef cooked on Organic Gas Grills... that sort of stuff..  A bit like a mini Boro Market, with prices to match.  All 'Lovingly Hand Crafted  by Sturdy Yeomen' and so on...,.  It's good to get away from the usual High Street suspects, but I have to smile at the way these folks invoke 'Ye Olde Englande' while charging three times what anything is worth. But then I suppose anything is worth what some clown will pay for it.  One stall had a collection of 'dinged up' old galvanised watering cans and what me Dad would have called 'mash cans' for anywhere north of £50+.

 

I did succumb and buy a rather nice Olive Bread loaf.  It is seriously very nice bread and demonstrates why I normally eat little bread.  I can't be doing with the Expanded Putty from the likes of Warburton's etc., which passes for bread these days.  It gives me indigestion. But a bit of 'proper' bread never does.  I also bought a 1957 'Mercury Living Presence' LP of the Platters.  I have most of their music on CD etc., but that's not the point.  This is an original 'flip-back sleeve' heavyweight pressing. Slight risk on that one, as it doesn't look much better than a 'Very Good'/ 'Excellent' on the usual grading system, but for a fiver..  Checked it out in the usual price guides.  £50 for mint.  That'll do me.

 

I'll say one thing for Altrincham though..  at the side of the Market Hall there are basement Public Loos.  They don't look too promising, but when I got down there, the Gents was clean, had proper hand washing facilities, and Miracle of Miracles.. Electric hand dryers which work!!  That's something of a British First.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Yippy, The sun is shining this morning. Today is the third day of our weeks holiday in Tor-quay and  no rain forecast for the first time today, so sun dresses at the ready.

 

I never realised how big this place is. We have a lovely cottage right by the Harbour. So picturesque,  and it seems we are going to have a seagull awakening at 4.30am every morning, haha. Part of the cottage has a flat roof, so our daughter has the pleasure of the gulls running across the roof as well. Really looking forward to todays strolling. I still can't walk far yet, after my 'little  procedure' last Monday,  still feeling sore, but having a very relaxing time with my family. 

 

We are travelling to Bath tomorrow or Wed,(still to decide which day) to take Granddaughter to Bath University, she wants to check it out as they specialise in Maths, which is her subject. There was a mix up with the tour  dates so she missed the original Uni tour, but can go round and take a look. About 220 mile round trip fromTorq-quay, but it will be good to spend time at Bath for the day.

 

Come On You Sunshine.:biggrin:

 

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Seagulls on the roof it reminds me when I went to Spain with 2 other families and we stopped in mobile homes ,every night two of us threw bread on the thirds roof. Each morning he was complaining of the birds with pit boots on his roof waking him up. We only told him about it on the flight home, he wasn't impressed.

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Bad day today! 'er indoors has gone off to her daughter's for a week. Left me with instructions to get the kitchen painted whilst she's away " It'll be easy," she said, "It's not as if you are changing colours - just refreshing the existing ones."  Spent several hours this moring doing the emulsion and guess what? - yep, it needs another coat  before I can do the woodwork.....:(

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I find it annoying when I get a crumb in my keyboard and get a gh hhhhg gggh hjjhgg hhhghjh gghhghhhghjhhhgjghhjgjhhhjhgjjhjhhjhjjh

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20 hours ago, Compo said:

Bad day today! 'er indoors has gone off to her daughter's for a week. Left me with instructions to get the kitchen painted whilst she's away " It'll be easy," she said, "It's not as if you are changing colours - just refreshing the existing ones."  Spent several hours this moring doing the emulsion and guess what? - yep, it needs another coat  before I can do the woodwork.....:(

 

Emulsion ALWAYS needs another coat.  That's a given...

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Done the woodwork with gloss today - now watch the bleddy cat go and rub himself all over the wet paint!

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