Just a quickie – I have been going hammer and tongs at Oscar gossiping and it’s only left me with a few spare minutes before the kids wake, chooks demand to be let out and the bunny starts rattling his cage.
So … they took my car away. It’s very traumatic.
Husband booked it for a service yesterday, so we could get a green slip and register it. As with everything we do, time was of the essence – the rego is due tomorrow.
And the mechanics said it was too dangerous to drive. So they kept it.
Well, it was more traumatic for Husband, who had to scramble to school pick-up on a bus, beg a school mum for a lift home, then walk 20 minutes to my sister’s house to borrow her car to transport the Sprogs to trumpet and gymnastics lessons.
Fortunately my wonderful sister has given me her car today too, so I don’t have to ride a scooter to the kids’ swimming classes this arvo.
I hate to think how much it’s going to cost to fix. Last service was $1000.
Eeek. Time to buy a new car?
PS I really thought I’d have a more grown-up life by now. One that involved road-worthy cars and nice furniture. But no.