I shall share my last 24 hours: So, the five hour ferry took just over 8 hours. I considered googling ‘how peaceful a death is drowning?’ such was the awfulness of the experience.
Anyway, I survived. Stayed in Portsmouth so as not to risk the journey in the car, so late and in shite weather.
Planned to leave at 6am. Rear windscreen smashed in, luggage stolen.
Couldn’t get through to Autoglass. RAC wouldn’t help. Insurer not open till 8. No local emergency glass folk. Called local Police - not to report it, just to ask if they had any contacts who might do this kind of
tit. They’re not allowed. Apparently, it’s illegal for them to recommend anyone.
Called RAC back and asked if they could treat me as a breakdown and recover me home, given that I couldn’t drive a big
bleeping SUV 260 miles with no bastard glass in the back. They said “£250 plus mileage”. What the
bleeping duck?
Out of sheer desperation, I did an Grey and asked if anyone in my social media circle lived close by. Then I remembered one of my amazing patients who is half an hour away. God love him, he drove to B&Q bought plastic wrap and tape and turned up with scissors and a smile.
duck my
bleeping life. You know what? Had whoever smashed the window knocked on my door and asked me for cash, and I’ve gladly given them £100 not to smash the
bleeping car up.
This is God paying me back for being a
bleep.