Ah, plans....
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♥Feb. 7th, 2014 // 01:31 pm♥
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The plan for today included mucking out, going to Pilates via the vet to collect GB's medication, walking the dog, popping the boys in the school for a bit of fresh air, washing my hair and getting a hair cut.
But it didn't work out like that. Instead, I sat in the car for 45 minutes until I got a SMS (from the garage First Direct had given the job to), telling me that they would be another hour and a half. Given FD had told me it would be about an hour, I was unimpressed. I cancelled it and told Mike to start walking (it was only a couple of miles; the neighbours were all out), and then thought I'd just try SMSing Mrs Next Door to see where she was. She phoned me a couple of minutes later: "What's up?" "Waah, my car broked!" "Oh, bloody hell. Where are you? Hang on, wind your window down... I thought I recognised your car!" She was just on her way home from yoga-for-pregnant-women, which she is loathing and only going to out of a grim sense that she paid for it so she is bloody well going to do it.
She called Mr Next Door for advice and, after I expressed strong views about the advisability of women who are eight months pregnant changing tires on cars, went and collected Mike, who'd not got that far from home. Unfortunately, it turns out that the place we bought the car from gave us a packet of random car wheel nuts, rather than the locking nut, so that was a non-starter. She brought us home again, and Mike called FD again to get them to send a tow truck to bring it here: Mr Next Door hasn't got the right nut, so he'd going to just chisel it off and we'll buy a new set.
Rarely have I been so bloody cold: I was dressed for Pilates, with a not-terribly-thick fleece on top.... I am, however, very grateful that it happened in a place with mobile reception. And that I realised something was wrong (other than the road just being covered in crap) before I drove too far and buggered the wheel (hopefully).
Anyway, the boys are currently in the school. They immediately took advantage of the nice flat space:
and then they went and stood by the gate with an air of "That was nice. If we go back inside, will there be food?"
I did take the pooch for a run in the hay field, as she'd already had a bit of a walk with Mike on the way to rescue me. It was only when we got to nearly the far end of the valley that I realised she'd brought Squeaky Ball with her. I took it off her, thinking she wouldn't want to worry about carrying it, and she immediately went "Throw it! Throw it!" at me, so I rather unexpectedly spent the walk back playing chase (we're not quite up to 'fetch', I fear, although she came close a few times).
Hopefully, the towing people will be calling shortly, and then we can go out and get the car. And then I might manage to get my hair washed, although I've postponed the hair cut to next week. The occasional river's flooded the road out anyway, so I'm not entirely certain how I'd have got there even with a car! |
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Getting there...
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♥Feb. 7th, 2014 // 04:44 pm♥
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The car's finally back home:
In good news, it turns out that the local Honda garage can get a new locking nut thing in overnight, so we just need to get one of the Next Doors to drive one of us in to pick it up and there won't have to be any chisel action, either.
Mike noticed something odd about Jodie's Squeaky Ball, in particular the fact that it had acquired a non-squeaky twin. Thinking about it, I didn't notice any squeaking when I was throwing it for Jo earlier, so I suspect that she found it out there, rather than having taken it with her.
And I did at least manage to wash my hair, so that's something. |
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