Well, I'm ploughing thru' the stacks of papers, books, plus a few letters which need answering. It's all going pretty well until Friday afternoon when, thinking about petrol for my journey tomorrow, I decide to take the car for a little ride to Sainsbury's petrol station and fill-up my lovely green Mazda.
The key turns, the engine roars and splutters but, my car won't start and certainly it's not sounding so good.
Of course, it's been three week's since it's gone out for a little drive and, probably, that's the trouble; simply too many short hops. I know the battery's fine because I had a new one installed in February, and here's the same nice RAC man, checking out my car today. It's a moment of pure recognition. The name, the car and the situation, so we're off to a flying start.
He's even noticed one of my tyres is a little flat and promising to inflate the damaged one, plus checking the other tyres, for good measure - what a star!
Within a very short time, the battery's fixed, the tyres ready to roll and I'm ready to take my car for a good spin, to encourage the battery into forward thinking for my drive to Wales for the weekend.
It's raining, getting dark and darker because of the rain, and I must drive for at least half-a-hour to make things tickety-boo! I'm leaving as early as possible tomorrow morning and that's that.
The drive goes well. I go, come back, have supper and pack my bag for tomorrow. Even for a weekend, it seems still to take me ages to stow away a few items of clothing, not to mention checking the route and remembering to turn-off the boiler before I turn in for the night.
The next morning is as dark as it could possibly be. I eat my porridge, drink a mug of tea and decide to venture out to check the morning air. Guess what, it's not nearly as dark outside as it seems to be indoors so, grabbing my bag and coffee flask, I go to the car, open her up, insert the key and proceed to think about going.
The windscreen is lightly covered by a light, icy frosting. The rear window is fogged by mist inside, and the outside is wringing wet, frosted style. The heater is warming up nicely and within a short time, the icy frosting is beginning to disappear. However, it's another long while before the screen is clear and I can leave. The time is now 9.15 am and I've been up since 6.15 am hoping to get underway. Oh well, Wales will wait for me, won't it?
I plan to go cross-country but, somehow, the motorway signpost materialises before I get my bearings, so there I am, driving onto the motorway for the Midlands, and it's raining. Cars are whizzing past me, throwing spray onto my windscreen, and I'm wondering why they're going so fast. Don't they realise it's raining hard! Oh well, never mind. I'm happily chugging along at my own speed and doing nicely, thank you.
Its a good journey, the rain eases little, and we happily pull into Brecon's parking spaces about 11.30 am. Wow, I'm here, it's a Saturday, and I'm off to find the market to look for a Welsh shawl.
Wish me luck......and more news next time!
Toodle oo
Daisy
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