I had a bugger-moment yesterday – and I was driving a Toyota at the time.
I was running late but as I rushed out the door I saw a large truck parked in the drive where I normally reverse on leaving the garage.
I started carefully, then noticed a couple of blokes in the truck, put the window down to say “hello, sorry I’m late, can’t stop” and took off again taking care so I didn’t hit the tree on the left and . . . yes I hit the truck on the right.
One of the blokes leapt out of the truck to inspect the damage which, because I was going slowly, was minimal – broken light cover and a bit of a scratch.
But what intrigued me was his question: “Can you hide it from your husband?”
Why would I do that?
My farmer’s known me for 27 years and we’ve been married for 25. This isn’t the first time I’ve done something stupid, it may not be the last and if our marriage couldn’t survive honesty about such things it would be a very sorry indictment on our relationship.