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All of the aboveA hole-in-the-wall crash machine
At about 0500 on Saturday morning, when we were all asleep in bed, a drunk driver in a Mazda attempted to turn into the road beside our house. He failed. What he did instead was hit our garden wall at (we reckon) between 50 and 60 mph, pulverising an eight-foot stretch of it, flattening the hedge behind it and loosening the wall for several yards on each side of the hole. None of which woke any of us: we found out about it when we got up, finding a card from the police through our letter-box. I sleep very soundly, and Hilary wears earplugs to drown out my snoring. Our son, though, sleeps in a room just above our front door, so we're impressed that he wasn't woken.
At least the driver was (a) unhurt (his passenger was slightly injured apparently) (b) insured.
posted by Rob @ 03:09
3 Comments:
Cripes! He knocked out the street marker too! We used to live next to a house (on a corner, of course) that used to get regularly slammed into about every two or three years. Hell of a noise.
Apparently not enough of a noise to disturb my family! They all sleep like the dead (well, my mum wears earplugs...)
Imagine what I thought when I got home from work the next day!
Dad - this is my new blog
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The old one got boring and unloved...
Good thing you had strong hedges, or the car might have ended up in your kitchen.
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