Driving home tonight my car went from sounding quite purry to nasty throaty. Exhaust not happy I thought in a less than calm way. Then when I stopped it acted like a clown's jallopy and wobbled and vibrated a lot. For its final act of the day an engine failure light came on and yelled at me every other second. I turned up the radio to drown it out and hoped I'd get home.
My lovely Wednesday plans of being at home and stitching (as well as getting rid of those grey roots in my hair) have been hijacked by a need to get my car happy and working again. Arrrgghh plumbing on Friday, car mechanics Wednesday. It's just not on. Thank goodness I have some handy friends who can do these kind of mending things.
Do you think Prince will get me about if my car doesn't want to play ball? Dream on.
Somehow I think Mr Bun's car will be the one getting me up to North Norfolk to decorate the hall on Friday night and back again in the early hours to open the doors on our third Pick 'n' Mix. His car doesn't like going very fast at the moment so that'll be another interesting journey. Mr Bun's suggestion was to dress the part of a genteel driver and wear a hat and driving gloves.
If you have better transport and are anywhere near that part of Norfolk on Saturday then please pop in and say hello won't you, we'd love to see you.