At Renault

Mr F carried on with his paperwork, and then we went back to the X-ray dept to ask for a copy of the bill. It’s usually sent straight to the insurance people which is why they don’t issue them, but this time the insurance wanted a paper copy. 
The paperwork (and the phone calls)just go on and on, and then we popped into Renault, looked at shiny new cars, and popped out again when we realised how little money we’ll be getting for the poor crashed espace.
Mr F thinks he can see the end of the paperwork tunnel, but next week we have to start doing statements with the gendarmes as I’m injured. This car crashing business is a full time job in France!