Wednesday, 24 August 2011
This is my car. It's the first car I've ever owned in my life, chosen by me, with my name on the registration document, my name on the insurance documents, my name on the MOT certificate and my name on the cheque book that bought it. I've owned it now for 2 years and it's my pride and joy. Our grand daughter has been staying with us for the past month. We took her home today. She lives just the other side of Chester, about sixty miles away. We'd parked outside her house and were waving fond goodbyes, turned the ignition key - dead as a dodo. Not a bleep. Not a peep! My Other Half turned the ignition key four or five times - nothing! 'It's the Distributor cap - I'm sure it's the Distributor cap - I'd better take it off and have a look!' 'And perhaps you'd better not!' By this time I was already dialling the Road Rescue on my mobile. 'We'll be with you within the hour. What's your mobile number?' In an emergency can you reel off your mobile number just like that? In all honesty I haven't got a clue what mine is. But he said it didn't matter because the number had come up on the screen and he'd got all the details .... Other Half was cheerfully envisaging it being towed off to the scrap yard or a bill of at least £1,000 to put it right. Anyway, true to his word, the RAC man was there on the hour. He drove up along side, took one look, said, 'Try the key again.' The engine started up on the first turn and purred like a self satisfied pussy. 'Ahem, I think you might have flooded the engine. Give me a bell if you get stuck again on the way home.' We got home safe and I still love my Focus!