Well I had a car...for all of 9 days! The bloody thing conked out on me on the top of a busy hill in rush hour...Nice.
I had big plans, well big enough for me anyway. I wanted to take my knocked up friend food shopping (she lives a bit of a trek from her work place: trains, buses and serious foot juice). So I went to get her from Wembley and then we got to Sudbury Hill and the car stopped. Wouldnt move whenever I turned it over. Then a whole load of complete a** passed us and kept leering into the car with angry faces, I've come to the conclusion that they thought I decided to stop dead in the middle of the road to paint my nails!
Finally some guys came along and helped us out, they moved the car out of the way and then told me that there was probably something wrong with the spark plug/crnak shaft/head gasket... *baffled face* really, it was like talking to me about football, lol
Managed to drag my friend and I to the station so she could get home and then I went home and joined the RAC (£8.05 a month is a steal for search and rescue).
So once again me and my Oyster are on a journey until my car is fixed, but I'm quite suprised with myself because Im not as upset or pissed off as I thought I would be. Is this me maturing?? Nah, I'm not due on my period yet, lol
About Me
- LiLi
- London, United Kingdom
- I'm 29, a single mum trying to survive in London. Am aiming to be a happyily married and children-ed up midwife but only time will tell what I will become...
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