It had to happen, our luck ran out. After a fantastic but busy weekend came a week of sickness which hit Mr A, two kids and the car. One washathon a little sleep,a lot of detol and a large hole in the wallet later....I'm feeling a little sorry for myself.
It all started on Tuesday, when I was in work despite it not being my scheduled day...I should have known...and after a sleepless night of sweatty puking boy (poor lamb). Mr A had mentioned the clutch was sounding 'a bit clunky', so when I pulled out and something went 'clunk' I was alarmed but not too disheartened. I was cheered much by the reduction in noise after a minute or so and went off with confidence. On arriving at the motorway bridge and just passing the no more hard shoulder bit, the car gives a death shreik and starts shaking. f***. I took the mature womanly response of bursting into tears and grabbing the nearest bloke to help. It turns out being the size of a whale and moving with the speed and agility of an obese walrus whilst weeping uncontrollably is an effective, if not terribly attractive,way of getting assistance fast. One tow across the bridge and an AA ride later, a coffee served by an exstudent...blimmin typical...... and I get to work OK...to find out it was never the clutch and the gear box is dead costing near 2K. We are currently looking into a new model (thanks to a loan and many weeks eating beans) which will hopefully prove less of a money pit and decididly less deadly.
On the plus side, our peas are ready, baby no 3 seems very active and andy murray won wimbledon which probably sapped all the good luck and Karma from everyone in the uk this week....with all that over I'm hoping it will be returned by tomorrow...please
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