I never really know what I am coming home too...

...take today, I arrived home after having a pupil up on test. My daughters boyfriends car is still at the front of the house. In I go, through the front door and straight away I could hear that water was running, next thing I noticed was the washing machine whizzing away but I knew that didn't usually run out of the storage tank. The shower curtain was sticking out of the bathroom door a little bit so I figured someone was in there having a shower which still made me wonder why I could hear the water filling up the tank as the electric shower is fed from the mains so my detective mind then deduced that someone was in there having a bath. Upon reaching the kitchen I noticed C's coat on the back of a chair and his boots strewn on the floor. Very odd indeed, not the coat but the boots. I could hear Lyns voice in the bathroom so I knew she was in there but must have also had someone in there to talk too. For a split second I wondered if she was giving C a bath! Then I noticed there was no dog bouncing around my feet and she wasn't at the back door. Ahhhh haaaaaa they were bathing Jess!!

So I have just finished my chicken sarnie when I get a text from a pupil, 'Do I have a lesson today?' Damn I realise that yes she does but I forgot to put it in the diary so I gave her a ring to see if she was still okay to go out 15 minutes late. She was so off I went. We had a good wee lesson, she did a few manoeuvres and we sorted a few problems. I had just taken her up a hill to rejoin the dual carriageway and a woman ran into the back of us. I got my pupil to secure the car and turn off the engine so I could get out and speak to the lady only to find a hysterical woman yelling that it was our fault for stopping when she expected us to go on. So she started getting arsy and saying she was going to call her husband who then in turn rang the police and she also started to yell about the damage done to her car. Emm... it was a tennis ball size chunk out of the number plate. When I pointed out the damage done to my cycle rack bracket she said, 'Well I don't care!' Hmmm... back up right away and Trish is NOT a happy bunny.

So long story short, Police didn't want to know because we didn't have blood and guts dribbling down the road, I took photos, after talking to her husband she jumped out with a piece of paper and asked if I was going to admit liability, I laughed, I laughed some more, oh and laughed again, suggested the she turn on her hazards, laughed when she didn't know where the hazard switch was, her husband arrived, took photos, tried to convince me that the damage to my cycle bracket was not caused by her car, I told him it was, he said that he wouldn't be paying for the damage caused, my hackles rose even more and I informed them that when I find out the cost of any damages if they were not prepared to pay me for them I would have no hesitation in going through the insurance to get it sorted, I smiled and drove my pupil home.

Fun times.