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.

Something Bad?

It's Friday and I'm tired and it's been a very long week, it's actually past my bedtime but I had to write something before I could retire for the night. 

I always try to look on the bright side but good things happen so rarely, that when something good happens, like the job offer, I am constantly looking behind me and waiting for something bad to bite me on the behind.  I remember finding out the last time I'd been promoted, and thinking I'd crash on the way home.

Anyway, I've been looking behind me and waiting, since I learnt that I have the life changing job, surely there must be some price to pay?  Tuesday, I noticed a new and strange, tinny sound coming from my car as I backed it out of the garage at 5.30am.  Same Wednesday, didn't notice it Thursday, Friday... today, it's got worse, I actually thought the exhaust pipe was trailing along the road, such was the scraping and voluminous noise emitting from my undercarriage.

After a swift phone call to J, she phoned straight back to say, drive over and let G, my dear brother-in -law take a look.  News was not what I had hoped for.  The middle section needs replacing and cannot be fixed or patched up.  I don't get paid for another week so while I am driving around, the exhaust may or may not fall off.  This will help my blood pressure, no end.

As far as bad news goes, I do realise that this is nothing, but it's bad enough.  I'm in work on Sunday, so rather than my earnings going towards my ticket, we now know that it has a new home.

After my trip to have my car diagnosed, I came home... so tired.  Anyway, I decided I needed an hour of TV to unwind before bed and so I watched some pre-recorded "Sex and the City."  I love this show.  It's one of my favourites, ever.  I actually came across an episode I don't remember watching before, it's the one were Miranda's Mother died.  It was so funny in the main, but so touching, (Samantha didn't know how to deal with the grief she was feeling so she of course, turned to sex... except that she had lost her mojo.)  The episode was so well written, funny, raw and realistic, just, exceptionally moving and a brilliant piece of television history, that is one talented crew.  I laughed, I cried, an exceptional episode; "My Motherboard, My Self."