Unfortunate

A gravel stone from another car hit the windshield on our way to the summerhouse. I stopped at a garage and got the damage sealed. Hopefully the windshield is saved. The guy at the garage, the same who changed the windshield on our roaster not long ago, told me I had been very unfortunate. I knew that though. Mrs B went to a store near to the garage while I waited for the windshield to be repaired. She bought some clothes to Julius and Josefine on sale, which was a bargain. She felt fortunate.