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[lolabobs]

My car broke. No it didn't. The battery broke. It has to have an MOT soon and I think it got nervous. Performance anxiety, y'know. So, We communed for around 80 minutes yesterday, in the bitter cold, in the dark, with rain and wind whistling around and my bladder screaming for attention. We waited together and shared confidences and then the magic car man came and poked things inside the car and left 3 minutes later, having instructed me to spend yet more quality time with the car. I made it through 28 of the 30 minutes I was supposed to drive around before my bladder gave me a final ultimatum.

But today the nice kwik fit man gave us a brand new battery, free of charge (courtesy of their guarantee thing) and together we swept around with the wind in our hair exulting in our new found energy.

(My battery has not been charged, I remain a lacklustre, fatigued and apathetic creature, but 1/2 aint bad.)

Otherwise this week I have survived the dentist and the doctor and a blood test at work. I've watched Call the Midwife and Broadchurch and Soldier soldier, and Oh my goodness were Robson and Jerome ever so young?

Comments

[jekesta]

Awwww, you're so much nicer to your car than I am to mine. I hope it repays you with love.

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

I am kind to my car through necessity only. If I had ground to a halt anywhere other than a double yellow line I would have abandoned it to its fate and walked home.