Fender Bender

Was well enought to return to work today, all be it with a croaky voice and no sense of smell, even though my breathing was clear. I stood in the shower trying to get anything off my shampoo and soap, the only thing that had the slightest scent was toothpaste. Eating was interesting I registered sweet, sour, salt but no flavour. Tonight I could just smell my neem soap.

Had a minor bingle in the car on the way home tonight, I had stopped at a roundabout to give way to car coming from the right when my car was hit from behind. No major damage, there is an impression of the other car's number plate surround on my bumper, I hope it's all there is. I got the driver to write down her details but didn't double check, she didn't write her address only her phone number and lic. no. I did take a shot of her car for the number plate, so glad I did that because she didn't include it. Will admit she was in state, very shaky and told us that she had a call that her daughter was in hospital. I still have to report it to the police, have tried ringing but there's no answer so will go into the station tomorrow morning.

As it was I was in state of my own, luckily I have a very level headed passenger as a witness. When I got home I tried looking for the details the woman had given me and couldn't find it. I couldn't remember what I had done with it, wasn't in my bag or purse. I just about ripped everything out of the car and still couldn't find it. An inner voice told me to be calm, that it was there and to remember when she gave it to me. I remembered that she handed me back the pen as well and I found the pen in the centre console, but the card wasn't with it. I don't know what made me look in the tiny gap between the handbrake and console but I could just see the business card the details were written on the back of. The gap was only a couple of milimetres, my husband told me to get the repair guys to see if they could get it out. Not wanting to give up I sent my son in to get a couple of knives but they could only just reach the car enough to move it. Sent him back to get longer bladed knives. While he was at it I put one of the knives in from the side of the console and noted it went under the card, feeling around I realised I could just get my fingers jammed under the console and managed to get a corner peaking out the side. Just as my son returned with the knives I held up the card with a flourish.