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The car didn’t get me, but the cardboard did… April 4, 2012

Posted by Phil Groom in Life.
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SO THERE I WAS, walking from Langford to Biggleswade. Suddenly, a horrendous crunching noise behind me: I looked back to see a car that had left the road, mounted the pavement, demolished a gatepost and was now hurtling towards me at breakneck speed across the field running alongside my path. “Which way to dive?” I wondered.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to: the car came to a standstill about 50 feet from where I was. I walked back to check: the driver stumbled out, followed by two passengers. No one hurt, thankfully, just shaken, but the front passenger side of the car somewhat crumpled, headlamp missing, presumably now intimately acquainted with the aforementioned gatepost. Somehow, he’d lost control on the bend. I checked they’d got a phone with them and were sufficiently compos mentis to call for help, then wandered on, grateful that I hadn’t left home 30 seconds or so later and been between the car and the gatepost when the car left the road…

That was Sunday. On Monday, it was Sue’s turn: a car coming the other way but on her side of the road past a line of parked cars. She pulled right over to the pavement, but he clipped her wing mirror and took his own completely off. Perhaps needless to say, he didn’t stop. Sue popped into Langford Garage and they straightened out her wing mirror: all was once more right with us and the world.

Until Tuesday: my turn again. Only it wasn’t a car, it was a piece of cardboard. There I was, stocking the shelves in Ye Olde Supermarket, with a case of bleach bottles in my arms. I stepped up to the gap and skidded on some cardboard from another case: yes, I know, no need to hammer the point home, the cardboard and gravity did that as I went flying. As I fell, I looked down at my foot and thought, “I’m sure ankles aren’t supposed to bend at that angle…” — but in truth, I was more concerned about the bottles of bleach. Thankfully they survived intact and I was able to fill the gap quite satisfactorily, albeit at something of a reduced pace and a hobble as I attempted to carry on further down the aisle, attempted being the key word: had to give up and the gaffer (blessings upon her) arranged transport and sent me home.

This morning, a trip to Bedford’s A&E Dept. I was right: ankles aren’t supposed to bend at that angle…

Phil's Plastered Ankle

Phil's Plastered Ankle

Back to the fracture clinic tomorrow for a proper assessment of the damage. But in the meantime, kudos and thanks to my colleagues at work, especially the gaffer, for their understanding and support; to the nurses and everyone else involved at Bedford Hospital’s A&E Dept for their prompt, efficient and friendly patient processing; and above all to my wonderful wife, Sue, who rescheduled her morning to take me to the hospital when I, being a stubborn old git, was determined to carry on hobbling around hoping the swelling would just go down by itself…

Update 7/4/2012: and here’s the ‘Beckham Boot’…

Phil's "Beckham Boot"

Phil's "Beckham Boot"

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