Last night was as expected - out to collect the granny, pop back home to get the present I'd forgotten. Lots of young women in dresses and tights and legs and hair and fake tan and nails and shifting from foot to foot in obvious high heeled discomfort. Mostly looking great but strangely plastic and the same. My little cousin looked exactly like Christina Aguilera - but in a good way.
We stayed soooo long - my granny insisting that she was in hell, yet not moving herself to leave out of niceness. Then I ran over to get the car - and I was clamped for parking in a disabled spot. Forgot to bring my granny's disabled parking thingy. Eighty Euros later, and we were home at about 12.45. Jesus wept.
Then. THEN. Driving home along the darkened, misty dual carriageway, my eye caught the sight of a huge spray of blood and gore on the road in front of me, and, distracted by this and not quite managing to process it, I hit the deer carcass that was lying beside it. I can complain about the €80 but I am extremely grateful that the car just banged it and kept on going, and that it wasn't me who killed it in the first place. UGH. The horror of that. I was shocked enough as it was. I pulled over at the next stop and there was a guy in front of me looking at his car and looking shaken. 'You didn't just hit a large dead animal, did you?' I asked. Yep. Nasty.
Weird night.
Eighty Euro! Fuuuuuck. I have to go try and appeal it now, but something tells me I haven't a hope.
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Ouch. That's a tough day. You're probably right about the eighty Euro ticket, but at least give it a shot. Take the placard and say "I'm sorry, but it just slipped my mind."
Maybe you'll get a merciful judge...
So you didn't use the nurse excuse? Ah. I had a feeling you wouldn't. But you should have.
Not really, Mary - I mean, I said I'd bring her in the first place. And both she and my cousins and their family would have been gutted if she hadn't come - thier loss would have been greater than my gain.
Really, really wish I'd remembered to bring her parking thingy though.
And the deer... gah. How can Mr Moon love that so much? The violence of it... ugh!
Mmmm venison!
Not many people get clamped and hit a deer on the same night.
No. I think I'll stay in for a while.
Scans sky nervously for falling planes/tornados/loghtening/blocks of frozen poo*
...ah i m sorry but i have to ask it...wasnt the deer still edible???? i m just asking and...
sorry that you had such a horrible night...
ps : i want a pic of that cousin!!!
please^^
I was wondering that today, Dan. When I rang the guards, they said they were already sending a patrol car - don't know how they'd manage it just on their own though. So would you have stopped and run out with your skinning knife and a plastic bag if you'd been with me? You know, the ones you keep with you at all times? ;)
excuse me..do you know me?? of course i would..i mean.deer!!!!!!
:-)))))
I'm going to be far less sympathetic next time you're weeping over a bunny, my dear.
And Then....And Then....your day did get worse!!!!!!! What a lovely party for you!!! It's your dad's turn to drive next time. Let me know and I'll set a scene for him :)
Bahahaha, that's EEEville!
My uncle hit a deer once and brought it home for my great-grandmother's boyfriend to cut up. Many freezers were filled that day.
That 80 euro thing is horrible!
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