I swear, by all the deities above, that my mother-in-law will be the death of me. She was involved in a car accident this morning, a bus collided with her car, she's OK but apparently her car is a write-off. Understandably, she was a bit of a wreck herself when she rang to tell me, but she couldn't remember any details apart from the car being towed away, doesn't know whether the police were notified, so I called the police station - nothing reported. Went to collect her to take her into the station so she could report it (for insurance purposes), and I can't find her. It reminds me of the time I came home to a message on the machine, saying she was in hospital, could I come and collect her. That time she had been hit by a car (like her actual person), thrown on the bonnet, bounced off the windscreen, and broke her collar bone, as well as various bumps and bruises. By the time I rang the hospital she had just left. I thought she must have gotten a taxi home, so I hightailed it to her place to see how she was - she wasn't there. I waited for awhile, and there she comes, walking down the street - she had WALKED home from the hospital. I just knew that's what she was doing, but I had images of her collapsing somewhere on the way home. Heaven only knows where she is now, probably decided to walk to the smash repairs place (three suburbs away!!) to get her things out of the car. She makes me so infuriated - don't mind me dear, I'll just sit in the dark, don't want to be a bother, oh you shouldn't have, I know how busy you are, I can walk to the medical centre with the 20 stitches in my knee, I'm sure you're too busy to worry about a silly old thing like me etc etc etc. GRRR ARGGH INDEED!