When Harry met Mum.

Fortunately my sense of humour has returned!

So this morning, following on from yesterday's 22 phone calls to various places, I made one phone call and was told someone would come out to relay my car to a garage of my choice.
Even more amazingly the lovely Harry arrived a couple of hours later to take my car to Glasgow. 
He also checked to see if he could get me a courtesy car but no luck there.
 So 'Mum' has gone and will probably get to Glasgow in a couple of days. Apparently the drivers are only allowed to take it 50 miles, and then it gas to get passed on to another driver. That sounds ridiculous. 

I've lost all sentimental feelings towards 'Mum' not surprisingly,  and am now looking forward to receiving the new boring grey car :)

What a palaver.