Okay, so I know that things could definitely get worse, I'm being overly dramatic, but it's been a pretty crappy weekend. I didn't sleep great last night, I heard bumps and bangs in the wee small hours. I thought it was next door but given that I'd had uninvited guests on the roof the night before, I wasn't entirely convinced. Anyway, after much broken sleep, I finally got my body off the mattress at 7, and did the other half of Tracy Anderson Butt and Thigh workout, I hope that one day, someone appreciates my efforts.
I head out to the usual haunt, and half way there, as I'm careering along the motorway, the car starts to fail, I'm losing speed and power. Using the skills I've gained in the past, however many driving years, clutch control, hazard lights, and a lot of praying, I reach my destination. My legs are shaking and my shoulders are somewhere around my ears by the time I arrive.
I've had this before, it's like the fuel isn't getting through to the engine and you lose power, speed and may even chug. It's the spark plugs and they pretty much need changing every 18 months. Anyway, I have a coffee and calm down, all I can do is flick through a magazine while I drink, I can't concentrate to write or read my Eat Pray Love. I have my coffee, regain control of my legs, and phone J. Is G, dear brother in law in work yet? Yep... until 8pm. Okay, well, I may need you to come and get me if I break down. Anyway, J phones G, he concurs with my diagnosis and I'm assured that I should drive home, even if I can't get past 20mph.
Long story short, my 14 minute journey takes me 40 minutes, I have to pull over several times but I made it, although I felt like I'd run the distance by the time I did make it home.
The police van made a drive by this morning, I wonder what's going on. When I do arrive back home, I was aiming to knock next door but one to speak to my neighbour about the other night's excitement, she's already out talking to the other next door but one and shouts over that she's just knocked at mine. Turns out that the the uninvited were after the lead on the roof. Can you believe it? I suppose it's some small consolation that they weren't trying to break in?
I really need to win the lottery. So, after a three day weekend, I'm exhausted, and could do with another three days to recover.
J has been out to purchase knew spark plugs for me, even though she is full of cold. G finishes work at 8pm then he'll be over to change them. I'm so lucky. Sleep deprived and traumatised, but lucky.
How long is it to next weekend??? I need a rest, and to sleep.
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