A very kind and sympathetic staff nurse was phoning, from A&E, to let me know that the reason my husband was 2 hours late coming home was that he'd had a side on disagreement with a car.
Some muppet of a car driver had turned right across his path at some traffic lights - apparently not even seeing him or the car next to him. My lovely hubby then proceeded - thankfully at low speed - to push his head through the passenger side window of the car.
Incredibly and unbelievably he's fine. He's home after a night spent in hospital. Very bruised. Nothing broken. Utterly exhausted. Totally unaware of what really happened as he blacked out on impact.
Bit p'd off that they had to do this to get his motorcycle jacket off....
...and it stood up remarkably well considering it pushed his head through a toughened glass car window!
His parents are livid. Saying 'I told you so'. Threatening to buy him a car.
His wife and babies are glad he's alive. We know he'll get another bike. We know this man will not welcome being wrapped in cotton wool. We know that if we tell him 'NO' - he'll do it anyway. It's him. That's why we love him...
...even though he's hobbling round like a 90 year old.
The babies have been whisked off for a weekend with Grandma and Grandpa. I'm booked onto an overlocker course tomorrow. Moogsdad insists that I go.
He'll be happy at home with a plate of sandwiches, a flask of tea and as many crappy b&w WWII films as you can shake a stick at.
As I said - 's*** happens'. We deal with it. I'm not going to force us to spend our lives thinking about the 'what ifs'.
Having said that, if either of my kids ever buy a motorcycle - I'll strangle them with it!!
Love. Keep safe. xxxx