Aww, that’s a great story Les 😊
Pen, get your picture up so every time I’m out in Bletchley or Asda I can keep my eyes open for you!
I was quite surprised when I got a phone call this morning from the police, they were ringing to ask if it would be ok for them to pass on my phone number to Debbie ( the daughter of the lady that I had helped out a bit on Saturday ).
I am sorry but I don't think that would be a very good idea as the officers that I spoke to on Saturday told me that Ronnie (obviously Debbie's daughter ) had been involved in a fatal car accident.
It is correct that Ronnie was involved in a fatality.
She had taken her grandmother into the medical centre at about 9am for her regular annual check up & of course spoke to the staff to ensure that they would be keeping an eye on her & just to enquire how long she might be.
Well considering that ( Joy ) is going to be getting her new glasses as well as her updated hearing aides today, it will be quite a while & of course she will be undertaking further tests to try to resolve that issue with the rashes & swelling on her ankles, in fact doctor will be doing an entire review of her medications so she will be lucky to be finished by 1130am but of course we will give you a call about 30 minutes before she is finished.
So Ronnie has a couple of hours to fill in & heads off to the DFO stores which are only about 20 minutes away.
Tragically, she is hit in a head on collision by a doped up young idiot driver on the wrong side of the road.
The driver of the offending vehicle died at the scene & Ronnie was rushed unconscious to the hospital.
Joy resides at a lovely nursing home in the suburb of Clayfield, her doting grandaughter lives in a suburb called Hamilton which is only 10 minutes away while Debbie & her husband ( Joy's only children ) live at Caboolture which is about 1 hour away so it is routinely the grand daughter that chauvers Joy around as required.
Given the chaos & concern about Ronnie's accident & hospitalisation, everyone had basically forgotten about Joy.
It was only when Debbie recieved a call from the nursing home, concerned that Joy had not been returned & had missed her evening meal that Debbie contacted police.
That's actually great news as i had been under the impression that the grand daughter had died in the accident so by all means do pass on my phone number to Debbie.
Sure enough i get a phone call this afternoon from an unknown number & take a punt as i answer " Gooday Deb, how you going?'
It didn't take Debbie too long to compose herself but as we got into serious conversation about what had occurred on Saturday, she lost it, couldn't speak & had to put Harold (her husband ) on the line.
Harold was very calm & clearly explained that Joy was absolutely fine, back in the comfort of her familiar surroundings at the nursing home & Ronnie is also doing pretty well although they are concerned about potential internal injuries & are desperately waiting for test results which won't come back until later in the week.
With all the hard stuff out of the way, Harold puts Debbie back on the phone.
Les, we are coming in to see mum on Sunday & would really love it if you could find the time to join us.
Instantly, i respond that i will meet you there at 10am.
As i hang up the phone i am thinking that i will definitley be bringing a big bunch of flowers but i will have to work out just how i can secrete a little packet of chocolate biscuits in there.