Baby You Can Drive My Car

Not really my car but one I spotted in Morrisons whilst I was stood waiting, in the rain, for a lift after dropping my car at the garage. Wait, isn't my car ALWAYS in the garage? Certainly seems that way! The exhaust was beginning to blow so I took it to the local tyre & exhaust place which was super busy...being a Saturday.

I left the car and nipped across the road to wait for news (now I know how expected fathers feel) in a local supermarket cafe, I also managed to have a drink and a scone. The garage phoned and said that it was the catalytic converter and not the exhaust...well, it would be, wouldn't it? So I would have to leave it with them for the rest of the day. Fine, I said and phoned my Dad for a lift home...then waited in the rain. Ten minutes later, the garage phoned back and said that they wouldn't be able to get the catalytic converter today so could I collect the car and take it back on Monday? Fine, I said but that I had to wait for my lift home to arrive before I could go back to the garage....this is my Dad remember and he has a mobile phone but never has it with him and hardly ever answers it in any case. So, when my Dad arrived I told him I didn't need him after all...but, being a Dad, he never bothered! (Other way around, I would've been throwing a strop!!) Collected my car and will take it back on Monday.

Don't even ask about the tv brackets....today has been a day of faffing, faffing and more faffing.