Oh again. Another embarrassing episode.
Poor old Poorly Car got a bit of a pummeling last week on a nasty hill start and made a funny noise until I ignored it. But it did it again tonight and felt ..'funny'. This is the official term.
So I resorted to calling out the AA. Not the wine one, the car one.
A peaceful wait in a quite spooky car park... only interrupted by the noise of my tummy rumbling...then arrives my knight in shining orange reflective stuff, eating chips.
And my superhero swoops, taking the keys from my trembling hand, deftly switches on the engine (oh my... *bites bottom lip*) and...
The sodding engine purred like a kitten. Nothing wrong stupid woman he thought as he politely handed me a bit of paper to sign (the idiot agreement).
I think I could cope with the embarrassment had I not been wearing my full belly dancing outfit. Now come to think of it... it could have been me rattling...
I really shouldn't be let out.
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