Blow Out

Various plans went out the window for today because I had a minor mishap last night and blew out a tire. Fortunately I wasn’t going very fast and I was able to limp the car back home without too much clanking or the smell of scorched rubber being too pervasive.

I didn’t realise how badly damaged tire was until this morning when we were reporting it to the fleet management company (as a company car). In the clear sumlight I could see how tattered the tire was and could only be thankful my luck had held.

So… that happened. Our other discovery was that the tires for hybrid vehicles aren’t regularly carried as temporary spares by roadside assist vehicles. Fortunately the local Kwik-Fix did so the RAC guy was able to pop over, grab a replacement and bring it back to fit so we didn’t have to traipse back and forth to fix it all. With so much going on today it was like a little beacon of sanity, and much appreciated.

Heading home

I think there can be few things as comparable to a needle-drop sound effect as being in a local Greggs with the girlfriend after dropping little man to school and receiving a message on our group chat basically saying: don’t worry, I’ve been in a car accident, I’m okay, will probably be home when you get in.

That was this morning. Lady M was rear-ended on the M25 when she had to brake due to the person in front of her driving erratically and recklessly. She’s back from A&E now with a diagnosis of whiplash and shock and I’ve told her to not even consider logging in remotely to work. She’s otherwise okay – aside from the toe she broke the other day when she tried to walk through a wall into the kitchen.

Because there’s literally nothing I can do about it, or to help, I’ve not dropped everything; and have waited for my previously booked train to take me home. I’m now on the way for the next couple of hours – but at least it’s a mostly empty carriage.

No sense in making more drama than there already is. Lady M is shaken but generally intact. The car is damaged but driveable, and work are sorting out a replacement while it gets repaired.

Sigh. If I’m making it sound like lady s and I aren’t concerned, that’s very much not the case, but we’re all three of us pretty pragmatic souls. I’ve left lady s curled up with YouTube clips, and hopefully will soon find Lady M curled up with something trashy on Netflix.

Maldives Honeymoon : Part One

This last week proved to be a little more exciting than anticipated. The original plan had been to let Lady M focus on recertifying for her scuba diving and possibly working towards her Advanced Diving certificate.

imageI, in the meantime, would be concentrating on writing and taking part in Nanowrimo.

For those who don’t know, Nanowrimo is an annual festival of madness where people around the globe try to write 50000 word novellas during the calendar month of November. Just thought I’d mention it…

Monday afternoon was mostly spent sleeping off jet-lag and acclimatising to the weather, while on Tuesday we explored the 0.6 acres of the island, found the dive shop and, with the aid of the management, had a belated celebration of Lady M’s birthday with a private candle lit dinner overlooking the lagoon.

Diving again!

Wednesday morning saw a successful recertification, and confirmation that my wife’s back is healed enough to be able to cope with the stresses of scuba diving without undoing 4 hard years of recuperation from prolapsed discs in her spine.

All was looking good until after a gentle dinner, we went for a walk along the beach under the stars. We stopped and sat for a while on a wooden swing bed, swaying gently, picking out constellations, planning the week and generally being romantic.

Then, as we got up to continue along the beach, one of the ropes holding the heavy wooden seat up snapped and it swung down to crash into her foot.

Initially in the darkness we thought it was just bruised, so I lifted it off her and helped her hobble back towards the lights of the restaurant. It rapidly became clear that blood was pouring out of her shoe, leaving a trail behind us. Quite what we looked like, stumbling out of the darkness covered in blood, I’m not sure, but as t’other half went into shock and half fainted, the staff leapt into action to help.

The doctor was called, and removal of the shoe revealed an inch or so long gash on the top of her foot that resisted all attempts to stop it bleeding. A pressure bandage was hastily applied and the hospital on the nearby island of Muli called and told to expect us. With Lady M semi conscious in a wheelchair from blood loss, we were rapidly escorted/carried onto a speedboat and away across the lagoon.

There was no messing about. We were taken in the island’s police car straight through the narrow streets to the hospital, where xrays were taken to check there were no broken bones. With the bleeding stopped and Jo more or less back in the room, four stitches were applied, and a mix of antibiotics, anti informalities and strong painkillers prescribed.

Then, racing to outrun an incoming storm, we were bundled back to the harbour for a midnight full throttle speedboat run back to the hotel. We got plenty of Big Air on the way back, which under other circumstances, I’m sure I would have enjoyed more.

Proof of life!

The staff took care of everything and were absolute stars the whole time. I really can’t praise them enough for the speed, efficiency, care and concern they demonstrated.

The aftermath has been… interesting…