Just off on a day of carefully interconnected/timed errands, batting up the A35 (at 70) when the car goes mega PHUT and begins to fart out black smoke. Decide best pull over and call the AA ( via bank). 90 minutes later, chap rocks up, inspects car, discovers turbo hose has popped off. Repairs it and off I go. PHEW! I was dreading a huge bill plus problems with the extended warranty peeps as I shd prob have called them first et etc..you can imagine how the small print works against one!
On the way back from Dorchester, my socks were blown off by the fabulous views..the sea like a pool of mercury, the rolling hills of the Marshwood Vale/Bride Valley positively zinging with green in a glorious billowing patchwork of fields and may blossom. Heavenly. If my Mum is enjoying something better than that, then she is in Paradise indeed.
Why am I Such an Oxy Moron?
2 weeks ago
I have homecare. I call the AA out to diagnose my problems if it's a problem I can't sort. If they won't fix them then I know what to do.
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