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I Am Free February 12, 2007

Posted by Jen in : Writing Bits , 4 comments

My windscreen-wipers are cured! Hurrah and hurray! And I am cured, for free. I quote:

Feeble Me: ‘Oh, is my poor car really working properly again?’

Grunting Mechanic: ‘Ugh, yeah.’

Effusive Me: ‘Oh, you are such a star - I thought I would have to stay in until summer.’

Grunting Mechanic: ‘Ugh.’ (Smiled a bit at this point. Could have been wind though.)

Penniless Me: ‘Oh, in all the stress, I forgot my purse. Could you possibly add it on to its next service?’

Weak Mechanic: ‘Ugh. Don’t worry. Few quid. Drink in pub. Ugh.’

Result. Joy. Freedom. I am free. Free to… um… yeah. Whatever.

More Mechanical Misery

Posted by Jen in : Journal , 1 comment so far

Despite the fact that Number 1 Son still hasn’t let me forget the last incident of motoring misfortune, I am now tormented by windscreen-wiper woes. To be precise, and a tad more technical, said windscreen-wipers won’t work.

I have a sneaking suspicion that something fuse-like may have imploded while I was switching them on and off in an aggravated, ferocious and rather unlady-like manner, bellowing pleasantries such as ‘Come on, you bastards’ while they were, in fact, frozzened solid to the windscreen on Friday.

I have managed to sweet-talk the local mechanic to investigate and replace my exploded parts. But I can’t go. Because it is raining. In approximate measures of many buckets full.

With no work ’til Wednesday and the beasts on the piste, I shall have to resort to household chores and writing. I have loads to do but am mindful of the fact that, while hard work never killed anyone, it’s best not to take the chance. I might die of starvation though. Oh, hang on, it’s ok: I have half a jar of Marmite and some fluff. Rest assured, dear reader, I shall survive.

dirty-windscreen

Is it Summer yet? Until then, I’ll be going nowhere.