It's a bird, it's a plane.....

There I was driving into town, to have the BeeMer washed and replenish my caffeine levels. At a snails pace I'm manouvering the more than narrow, serpentine roads on the island (there's also persistent on-coming traffic created by tourists who insist on raiding this piece of paradise with vehicles almost as big as mine and so this becomes a too close for comfort experience, my shoulder muscles tense; eyes bulge; little silent prayers are whispered as we defy space and driving skills) but I'm still thinking what a fabbo day I've had - there was sun and sea and I'll be getting ready to go to dinner soon....I'm on the home stretch, just before I hit the bridge and make it into the old town, well guess what lands on my windscreen? no, not another low flying insect (and what on earth do they eat to create that mustard yellow streak)....a man - a real life, full grown male.

I saw him, he saw me, I made eye contact, he took another look.....then as I got real close he falls onto the windscreen - glass is smashed, his nose is smashed, there's blood, I'm resisting the urge to turn on the wipers, there's a bit of wimpering, there's hyperventilating (that would be me). Ambulance is called, the locals all come out for a look (no-one's interested in getting involved, but all want to know what's going on and of course there'll be at least a dozen versions of who hit who and how); ice pack arrives from somewhere; his head is bent back to ease the blood flow, mine is between my knees (don't really have an excuse for it, but I only know one brace position even if I am a little late implementing it), the broken nose belongs to Mario a local who tells me he slipped when he saw me - not like that's news, there's been a few who have broken more than their noses in my presence.

The club members all converged and took over looking after one of their own, new windscreen had been ordered before the scene was cleared; BeeMer was moved into a drive way allowing two way traffic to share the single lane again; S series guy cancelled the next two appointments and started making his way to the island, he also contacted the local police (wonder if they're keeping a record of this families vehicular challenges....never fear, this can also be taken care of).

The current take on the event is that men are falling out of the sky for Romy....technically this may be true, but I'd prefer they didn't arrive as damaged goods.

Had to make my way to the insurance assessor with GQ model.....S series guy insisted I have company (he'd be wiser to give Boris this chore)....riotous fun filling out the form when explaining the face planting incident and then the sketch that needed to go with this - we couldn't resist putting a few of the bugs with names and addresses as witnesses.