Monday didn't get off to the greatest of starts.  Well, it did, in that the little upset took place while I was posting a parcel to my first customer in Finland, but it didn't because someone decided to take a dislike to my little yellow car, Lucia, and tried to change the colour to red by reversing up the front of my car.  Nobody was hurt, there was only superficial damage to both cars, and everyone was very decent about the whole thing.  However, the resulting conversation that I had with the insurance company had me in fits of giggles.  It went something like this:

Ins:  Well, Mrs Lockhart, this will all be easy enough to arrange.  Where is your closest garage?

H:  Well you could try Ullapool, but I suspect it will be Inverness.

Ins:  How far is that?

H:  2 hours drive?

Ins:  Sorry, did you say 2 hours drive?

H:  Yes.

Ins:  Oh!  Are you sure you want to go through the hassle of having the paintwork repaired?

H: Yes!

Ins:  Oh!

And then, after this discussion had gone on for some time, we got around to the disucssion of the hire car.  He assured me the hire company would be willing to deliver the car to the house.

H:  Are you sure?

Ins:  Oh yes.  I'm sure there will be plenty of volunteers in Edinburgh willing to pop up with a car.

H:  From Edinburgh?  Are you sure?

Ins:  Yes, why, how far is that?

H:  Oh, about 5 hours drive.

Ins:  Oh!

The poor chap.  By this stage I could hear his poor brain going into meltdown, wondering why someone would choose to live in such a remote area.  It was the same as suggesting to him that someone needing a hire car in London get one sent out from Newcastle.  But I'm afraid I may have just done it for him when we got around to discussing the garage collecting my car on a low loader.  When I told him that the low loader may have trouble getting up our very steep and very narrow road, and that they should ring before arriving so that I could meet them at the bottom of my hill, well that was the end for him.  He rang off fairly quickly after that, and I suspect that he went to lie down in a quiet, dark room somewhere to recover.   I've not heard from him since.