Falling About With Laughter

This is a terrible thing to have happened, but we can see the funny side of what happened to hubby and even today we laugh a lot about it.
It was about 1973 when hubby and his brother "H" was repairing a Bedford Van on the drive next to our house where we used to live. Everything was peaceful. Hubby and "H" were laughing and joking as they worked and i was sitting in the lounge knitting baby clothes for our daughter Sheila who was due to be born by Cesarean section about 3 days later. The next thing i knew was hubby came through the door all red in the face, he looked awful, i thought he had a row or something. I said, whats the matter? he said shut up and he went upstairs. I just sat there as i could see he was angry or something...as i thought! Then i went upstairs to see what was wrong. He had his head under the pillow and swore at me to get out. I thought, say no more and went back downstairs. "H" couldn't tell me anything as he was laughing so much which started me off although i had no idea what i was laughing at. I went back in the lounge wondering what has happened, the next thing i knew "H" came tumbling through the door of the lounge and fell on the floor with laughter. It was ages before i could get any sense out of "H" about what had happened. I went upstairs again to see how hubby was and again got some verbal from him, the air was blue. "H" eventually told me what had happened after collapsing many times in laughter. Apparently the battery had fell through the holder of the Bedford Van and on to hubbies foot. Later, i eventually got hubby to go to hospital by ambulance where he had X-ray done ect... He had no broken bones, but was told his big toe nail would fall out which it eventually did. It was roughly around 12 mid night when we came out of the hospital hubby on crutches and no way of getting home and he only one shoe. We phoned a few members of family and a couple of other people whos nos we had, but no-one came out to pick us up, so we started to walk 4 and half miles home. Hubby only had one shoe and and we had to walk across stony ground. We flagged down a black taxi, but he said he was on his way home and couldn't take us home although he was going our way. Then we flagged a Police car down, but they wasn't allowed to take us home, so we just carried on walking. Hubby was very verbal all the way home as he was in a lot of pain, i just kept quite. I was in agony too as i was very heavily pregnant with my Sheila. We got home but with difficulties, God knows what time it was when we got home, we just fell into bed.