Big Top this way

Blimey O'Reilly, when I was at work I would say on a busy day, that I was going to run away and join the circus, but hey I was already in one then!
But the last couple of weeks, I've felt like a juggler or a plate spinner, trying to keep the all the plates spinning at the same time, but having to spin one a bit and then run to the next plate to spin that a bit, and then back again to the first and spin that a bit more etc.
In real terms this means, sorting out my paperwork here, writing letters, sorting out mother's paperwork from the social workers, county council finance and her blue badge parking ticket, writing out instructions for Oliver for when the call comes, making sure mine and mother's freezers are full and the list just goes on.
Now I have another thing to add to the list... Having my car fixed after some young lad crashed into me tonight after waiting in a queue to go on to a roundabout.

No, I haven't gone out looking for a donor for myself, I was just minding my own business and on my way to the cinema with the girls and strangely enough we were moaning about the bad drivers on the road, not indicating etc as it was raining steadily now and that seems to bring out the worst in drivers.
I had just pulled up slowly behind a car who was waiting to go around the roundabout and thud, I guess the car behind me didn't want to wait in turn!
He said in his statement that he hadn't noticed that I had slowed right down and when he put his foot on the brake, the breaks locked and he skidded into me. I think this might suggest that said laddo was travelling at a bit of a speed don't you think?
He was only 17 and he said it wasn't his first accident either, and I have a sneaky feeling it won't be his last either. He did look really shocked and white as a sheet the silly boy.
I think the worst thing for me was having to do a breathalyzer, not only because it was humiliating standing on a busy road side with cars driving past you gawping, but because I struggle to blow out for any length of time for the obvious reason that my lungs are kaput and bringing up mouthfuls of phlegm as a result on the nice policewoman's tube!
I know both drivers have to do it by law, but really how embarrassing for the innocent party i.e. me.

So now, I have to try and get all this sorted out by 11am tomorrow with the insurance people again, as I did speak to them earlier to ask their advice on what to do, and get my car taken off to be fixed and hopefully a courtesy car brought to me, so I can then go off and see my specialist for my three month check up as planned.
I wonder if I should just surrender and wear a big red false nose and a big blue curly wig and be done with it, as my life is one big circus at times.

Lots of love Debbie x