I am up and awake at 2:30am because I’ve just had to deal with a support call. Grr. UPDDTA blah blah blah…
We had the ‘ring lady’ round to see us the other night. Our one real extravagance in this whole wedding thing is having hand made rings with luvvy-duvvy ‘metal exchange’, which basically means that because both our rings are being made at the same time out of the same stuff, our lady can take an iddy-biddy bit of my ring and put it into Mary’s, and vice versa. Now I know and you know that it’s all coming out of the same lump of metal, so who cares… But we like the idea, so ner 
This week I had another visitor in the form of an accident investigator from one of the insurance companies involved in that crash in August. He took a statement from me, and then completely astounded me by saying that the person who’s fault the crash was is trying to blame the other driver. Apparently, nowadays, if you’re driving along in an altogether safe manner, under the speed limit, in a straight line, in the inside lane of a dual carriageway and someone hits you from behind, it’s your fault. Astounding.
Sadly when we had our last crash (in which some bloke pulled out of a slip road onto a dual carriage way and unfortunately into the side of our car whilst at 70) we discovered the first rule of insurance claims: never accept responsibility.
This is the policy (no pun intended) of the insurance companies and not necessarily the drive in question. FSR they don’t like just giving money away. What has the world come to?
Hope you’ve caught up on your sleep.
Didn’t you see the ring lady as well when you had piles last year?
The ring-lady is all very well but does she use rusty pliers?
No piles were ever cured without them…