going nowhere fast

Pete and I headed over to do the lunchtime shift with the oldsters.   
My Dad was quick to detail Pete off to the garage to pump up the flat tyre on his car.      To cut a long story short the pump didn't work.    

I'm relieved but I can read my Dad's mind.   I made him promise not try and tinker with the car the minute we left.... Hmmmmm
I'll  be heading back there shortly to do the dinner shift.  

I never know what the hell I am going to find when I let myself in to that house.

I see catastrophe hurtling towards us at speed..

When I eventually get home later it will be hair of the dog time