Monday
After a miserable weekend of feeling sorry for myself, and then feeling irritated at myself for feeling sorry for myself at something pretty trivial, but furious at the unpunished carelessness of the driver, Monday started well. For I had not just a plan to make things better, but 2 plans.
Firstly, it occurred to me that the requirement to report the accident at my local police station didn’t necessarily mean the one nearest the accident. Working in Central London means there are plenty of open police stations around. It’s a different force, but it’s still police.
Secondly, I remembered that the London Cycling Campaign provides free legal advice to its members. I’m a member of the London Cycling Campaign, presumably I could use this.
I had a rather busy morning, so it was mid afternoon by the time I got to a desk to search for the nearest police station, only to find that it was right around the corner from the meeting I had just left. Never mind, it opens at 7.30 every day, so I’d just go in the next day.
The legal helpline for London Cycling Campaign members linked to a Personal Injury solicitor. I had vague reservations about this being one of those firms that call randomly to tell you that you’re due compensation for something or other, but arrange to speak to them the next day anyway.
At the end of Monday, my bruises weren’t going away, but I was definitely on the way to getting some justice.
To be cpntinued...
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