Exactly as she did in October when she last came to pick me up, she 'didn't notice' a concrete pillar in the multi-story parking as she drew into a parking space. The near side of the car has been obliterated, mashed, smashed, mangled, crushed, wing mirror hanging by a cable, both front and rear wings and both doors rubbished. I was relieved to see there was no damage to the concrete pillar.
Three weeks away, happy to be home again, and I find myself looking at a car-wreck. Same parking lot as in October, five slots away from the previous 'invisible pillar'.
Better half growled - 'Don't say a bloody word'.
Called the insurance company and my excess will be 350 quid. On Monday they'll send someone to collect the car and leave me a courtesy job.
Next time I'll definitely take a taxi.
This cautionary tale goes to show that sometimes lightning does strike twice, and when the better half growls bite your tongue..
