Mechanical Misery and Other Woes November 2, 2006
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 2 commentsSo. My poor old car has suffered yet another setback and has been ‘customised’ further. Not scraped, nor mangled, merely ‘customised’. I could tolerate the funny noises it made to herald my arrival in the village centre but, when the door flung itself open on the way to school this morning and stubbornly refused to shut, I really did feel a tad peeved.
Abandoning the journey and heading back home with Number 1 Son hanging grimly onto said door for dear life, I admitted defeat. Oh, the shame. Taking half the car side off with the help of a granite pillar perhaps wasn’t as trivial as I’d imagined.
“And the missing bumper?” asked the blokey mechanic, archly.
“Oh, should there be another bit there?” I replied innocently. Feigned gormlessness is clearly the way to go with Car Matters. Ok, so there had been ‘other incidents’. How churlish of him to bring up the subject.
It was, rather harshly I thought, suggested some time ago that there would only be one way I’d know if my car had been taken by joy riders and trashed: it would be parked better when I found it. Yes. Harsh, I know. I did tell you.
In other news… I caught Number 1 Son hastily scribbling down an unknown telephone number last night. Suspicious, I thought. As is always the way, I wish I hadn’t asked who the number might be for.
“Oh, it’s the number for the next series of Wife Swap. I thought we could trade you in for a couple of weeks.”
Oh good.
