On Saturday my car (aged only one and half) exhibited a total inability to drive at more than half a mile an hour.
L and I first blamed it on Agriculturalness (in the form of M driving in his wellies), but then it did the same thing to me and I am a good deal less agricultural than M so it had to be Something Else.
The garage said: under no circumstances drive it- get it recovered to us.
M said: Pah to that! It'll cost a fortune. Let's tow it.
OK (I said), I've done that before and I am Pretty Brave and not All That Pink, Fluffy Or Girly. So Let's Go!
We borrowed M's dad's pickup.
It poured with rain.
The light was going.
The tow rope was very short.
I couldn't see much.
I had forgotten how terrifying being towed is. Over the course of the 20 minute drive we seemed to be going 70mph instead of 30. I became ever so slightly hysterical, and by the time we reached our destination I had the rictus grin of a mad creature glued to my face as well as the sense that I was embracing danger like a person who only has seconds to live.
We went past a police car on the way.
They ignored us.
I couldn't decide if I was more cross that they hadn't bothered to check we were OK or relieved that they didn't pull us over.
I had a missed call from the garage while listening to an interesting talk on Bird Survey techniques this afternoon. I also missed three calls from L. When I eventually managed to get hold of him the conversation ran thusly:
L: Mum, I have left my keys at home.
Me: Are you at home?
L: Yes. I'm waiting on the step and it's bloody freezing
Me: So that bit this morning when I said "have you got your keys?" and you said "yes"...?
L: When will you be home?
Me (sighing): I'm leaving now, I'll be home in 20.
The garage (when I eventually managed to make my mobile work and get through to the voice mail) said: A RAT has chewed through your cable. We've fixed it but I'm afraid it's an hour's labour which is £80 plus VAT making a total of £96. It may also have chewed through the loom, in which case I'm afraid you're looking at a bill of hundreds, but we won't know that unless it breaks down again.
It is perhaps a mark of how awful the towing experience had been that all I could think of at that point was: OH NO! NOT MORE TOWING! I barely registered the 'several hundreds of pounds' part.
I am relieved it wasn't Chilli's fault as she is a dear girl who has never let me down and I love her. On the other hand, I consider that mightily ungrateful of the sodding rats.
In lieu of an enormous gin (with which to calm down) I got Phyllis out of her new cupboard (made by my clever husband) and set-to on the roses and swallows quilt, which I have now finished. It is Balm For The Soul Indeed :o)
And here is Phyllis' new cupboard, which Poppy has managed to photo bomb :o)
I am off now to make supper and unwind in front of Mr Selfridge (not quite in the way that sounds) and prepare for the rest of my horrendously busy week ;o)
Here are some daffs for you all. I have been enjoying their yellowyness (that's not even a word is it but who cares?)
And some pics of the Hounds, who were busy Pigeon Staring earlier...
Have a peaceful evening all,