Exhausted

So my car exhaust is hanging on by a thread and it makes THE most dreadful rattle as I drive.  I am of course driving along, permanently looking in my rear view mirror to see if it's dropped off.

After spending the early afternoon with B in Ness, wandering around the beautiful and tranquil gardens, we arrive back at hers and I set off in my rattle-some car and head for dear nephews.  I arrive, after a mere few minutes traumatic journey and he greets me at the door.

"I'm having car trauma," I tell him as the front door opens.  "I know, I went to Chester this morning for the part."  How lucky am I?  Something that could easily render me car-less and therefore housebound, is taken care of because of darling nephew, dear brother-in-law and the glue.... my sister J.

So darling nephew makes me close my eyes, he covers them with one hand anyway then puts his other arm around me and guides me while I baby step through the hall.  He's decorated, well actually, that's an understatement.  His place has been transformed, I helped choose the new sofa and okay'd the colour scheme, but of course I've been working overtime for weeks and this is the first time I've seen the transformation.  It's wonderful, it's hi-tech, minimalistic, stylish, you can tell it's a modern bachelor pad but it's not so overly masculine that a very lucky young lady would not feel comfortable in the surroundings.  Job well done, I'm very proud of him.  So, two coffee's later, a demonstration of HD/3D television and it's time to drop my car off at my sister's ready for dear brother-in-law when he finishes work.  J drops me at home so that I can begin the ironing before I'm back in work tomorrow.

8.45pm and dear brother-in-law brings my car back home to me, took him 2 hours to get the old exhaust off and 20 minutes to get the new one one, bless him.  I appreciate his efforts so much and I hope he realises how much, I'm so lucky.

He drives the car into the garage, tells me one of the tyres has a wobble, (I know...) and that a side light is out... (I know, I was waiting to break the news to him.)

So pretty soon, I can head to bed with the hope of rising at 5am ready to go to work... to pay for the exhaust.