Faulty

Everything that could go wrong did go wrong today. We had a work meeting in South Essex, for which I'd hired a minibus. I picked it up at 7.30am and 15 minutes later noticed the speed-o had stopped working and electrical fault sign flashing. After frantically calling the mechanic, whilst at the same time trying to communicate with my colleagues who were waiting for the lift, I was forced to admit defeat and take it back to the shed. We ended up having to ferry everyone there in four cars, and somehow I was only ten minutes late. I was knackered by the time I got home, and didn't have the energy for my planned run, instead cracking on with my holiday packing.