Realised at 6pm yesterday that I hadn't spoken to hubby since he went out to work at 9am, and as he was on 12 hours decided to give him a call. It went like this:

Me "Hi"
Him "Hi"
Me "where are you"
Him " sat on the side of the road at the other end of Donny (doncaster)"
Me "Oh! are you just picking someone up?"
Him "No I was on the way to Hartlepool with a member when we had a mishap, K... has picked up the member and car so I'm calming my nerves before driving back"
Me "Mishap, what sort of mishap, are you ok??"
Him "Yeah, was driving along when the bonnet came up, I'm ok"
Me "Oh ok, is it safe to drive?"
Him " yeah, I have to get the truck back to control, and if they don't have another I may finish early"
Me " Oh good, call me if you need picking up"
Usual round of "love you, love you too" and he was gone.

7.30pm Lee comes home, having been given a lift in another recovery truck.
"oh good" says I, an early finish.
"yes" says he "J (the boss) didn't want me driving after the accident"

ACCIDENT!?!?!?!?

What really happened:

Lee had picked up a member form a service station, attached the vehicle to the wagon and was heading on the A1, in the outside lane, doing, he thinks, about 60mph When the bonnet of the truck flew up and hit the windscreen, breaking the windscreen and blocking his view of the road. Luckily lee managed to slow the truck and a driver in the inside lane spotted what had happened and slowed too. Despite not having any fron view Lee managed to get the truck, complete with car and very worried passengers to the hard shoulder.

Erm..... He called that a mishap!!!

Bloody hell!