Not an ideal 24 hours

So last night, in rush hour, I was going to meet up with my daughter for your college course when another driver ploughed into my car. Thankfully nobody was hurt but they drove on. Last night and today have been about phone calls with the police, insurance companies and accident repair centres. Thankfully I got their plate so, yeah,
I feel like I’ve been hit by two twenty tonne rugby players, my hips and legs are aching but there’s a lush bath bomb soak in the tub waiting for me later.
Now I’ve to wait and find out what happens about my car. My poor Leon never gets a break. I swear I will never owe a red car ever again!!!!