Update on Psycho Witch...

The police left a message on my home answer machine (despite the fact I told them if they needed to get in touch, to phone my mobile - they obviously didn't want to 'speak' to me), telling me that they'd "Spoken to the other party, she admits to pulling your hair, and her car is registered through her work 'Blah, blah Co'. So, just letting you know we've spoken to her."

That's it?

You've spoken to her?

She admits to assaulting me - though she did FAR more than pull my hair - she actually had me pinned against my car, by my hair, kicking me in the legs... but hey, what's a few details between friends.

The curious thing is - Dave has been in touch with our insurance a few times, to find out where the chuffing hell my courtesy car is (I should FINALLY get it today - four days after the accident), and they told him:

"The other party has been in touch, but didn't have HIS insurance details to hand, HE'S going to phone back as soon as HE has all the information, and we'll take it from there."

He? What the? Oh, I am SO hoping that the psychotic cow isn't even insured for that vehicle... how happy would I be?

Dave reminded the insurance company that he had given them the registration number of the vehicle, and they should be able to trace the insurance via that... ('im indoors actually drove past her house, in order to get the registration number, which is a bit scary).

Due to the complete lack of interest from the Feds, my manager has suggested that I write to Psycho's comany, and let them know what she did while driving 'company property.' Hmm... now, given the statement from the insurance company, this could turn out to be very interesting...

How exciting!...

It's 14:19 now, and I've been home for about an hour. After being in the Police Station since 12:30.

I was leaving my brother's house, when a HUGE Lexus 4x4 reversed into me, smashing the front end of my car to smytherines. I was not a happy bunny, but had the foresight to stay calm and ask to exchange details with the Tazmanian Devil woman that was spitting and swearing at me.

Her husband (?) wrote down his name and a phone number and told me to call him 'later'. I responded by handing him my name and address and asking for HER details (I couldn't for the life of me remember who I was insured with, otherwise I would have just given them my name and insurance company... I hope that doesn't end up being a bad mistake).

She effed and jeffed some more, told him to 'f*cking give her my address, I don't f*cking care, this is a f*cking company car.' And she got back into her car, STILL shouting at me, telling me I wasn't looking where I was going, this despite the fact that my car hadn't actually moved... I got a bit heated and said 'You obviously weren't looking where YOU were going you dozy cow.' At which point she jumped back out of her car, and kicked the crap out of me.

My brother and her husband had to pull her off me - with a chunk of my hair still in her hand... I tried to phone the police while she was driving away, so that I could give them her registration details, but I wrote the number down wrong.

My brother took me to the Police station, round the corner from his house - they took some details, left me waiting for half an hour in an interview room, then took the same details again, only to tell me that they weren't going to press charges against her, because it was only 'common assualt', not ABH or GBH.

Great.

I can try and take a private prosecution out against her, but it would cost alot of money, and quite frankly isn't worth the agro.

I've had to get the insurance to take my car away, as I am unable to drive it, she's messed it up that much... she'll probably deny all liability. So, I'll be walking to work this week, until my courtesy car arrives, and my insurance premiums are going to go through the roof, because of some bad tempered, chav witch.

I'm actually relatively calm now, though I have locked all of the doors of the house. I was shivering and my teeth were chattering before. I've got a cut on my face, and a couple of grazes on my shins, were she kicked me - and a lump on my head where she yanked a chunk of hair out. My brother said that he was shocked that I didn't 'give it to her'. But, quite honestly, she scared the crap out of me... all I was worried about was her breaking my glasses. She didn't, but she did kill my rather fetching shoulder bag.

I can't wait till Dave comes home at 18:30, I need some cuddles.

TATOONESS...

Picture of my brother's new tattoo... it's not finished yet, it needs more detail added to it, but I think it's bee-ootiful.

When he goes back, I'm going to go with him and get a sakorfa design added to the bottom of my back.

Baby Jacob...

Our friends Tom and Kate had a special delivery last week... baby Jacob. Weighing in at 9 pounds and 14 ounces.

I only have this phone piccie at the moment, but he looks a cutey. Obviously takes after his mum.

Little Bit Spooky...

... I went to the dentist yesterday for some root canal work (oh shivery joy).

I had my initial appointment TWO MONTHS AGO, but had to wait till now before they could fit me in.

I was supposed to take a course of antibiotics to reduce the swelling and infection, but had to stop because I got a yeast infection in my mouth.

Sexy.

Anyway, back to yesterday... Herr Doktor was about half way through drilling into the first root, when I nearly flew out of the chair, nasty, nasty pain.

He said it was because of the infection, and that he'd taken a piece out of my gum as it was so bad (!!)

He then packed the hole in my tooth back up, told me to go away and make a new appointment and they would try again.

Pah - I've now got to wait till 9th December to have the work finished.

Grr. (Four months since the initial appointment).

So - I came back into work, with a big, fat, rubbery lip, where the anaesthetic hadn't quite worn off. That was nice, fielding client calls while sounding like John Merrick.

Through the evening, as the anaesthetic started to wear off, I started to feel pain, and quite alot of it, in my gums... I was not a happy bunny. By bed time I was nearly crying, but thought that if I dosed up on pain killers, and managed to get to sleep, I might be OK....

For some bizarre reason, when I finally did get to sleep, I was dreaming about an Ethiopian dancer (?!), it was quite a nice dream... even though I could still feel the pain, somewhere in the back of my consciousness. Then, half way through the dream, I felt someone kiss me on my cheekbone.

I opened my eyes thinking it was Dave, and that I must have been making some mumbling noises in my sleep... but he was fast asleep, facing the other way.

When I looked at the clock it was 2.30, and I could still feel the imprint of where someone had kisssed me. And the pain had gone.

It's 08:30 now, and I've still got no pain. Despite the fact that Herr Doktor said that he'd removed a piece of my gum.

I'm sure it was a dream, but...

I'm a bit spooked.