Let me just say to start with 2011 sucks. I was told that the diagnosis I got for the dizziness I received in November is wrong so yay me more tests coming up in March – so year four of guess that condition coming up. Which on it’s own is a kick in the teeth that is indescribable. Added to that it’s been one drama after another.
It’s been a weird few weeks. Since the start of 2011 we have both been saying that thing have got to get better. We’ve been insisting on it. Since that a few things have happened. It all started with a phone call from Dom one evening saying his car won’t start, after several phones call and a lot of umming and ahhing I went and got him, leaving the car stranded at the office. The next day the RAC turned up and applied the ‘correct technique’ to start it. (see video clip). As he had been travelling up by bike, he managed to get the car home, leaving the bike stuck until the weekend when we went and retrieved that.
Scroll to about 9:25 to see what I mean.
In between all the broken bone and car saga, I was told that the diagnosis I got for the dizziness I received in November is wrong so yay me more tests coming up in March – so year four of guess that condition coming up.
All was fine until Monday, where upon some wonderful students of mine shut my fingers in the door and broke them. So this time when Dom phoned and said the car wouldn’t start there wasn’t a lot I could do. Still after about an hour he managed to get it started and nurse it home. This unfortunately meant that he was back on the bike. Two days later despite the frost and some misgivings he set out for work. And the inevitable happened…. At around two in the afternoon I’m sitting in my lab at work quietly getting on with some marking when I hear
“Tina, you’ve got a visitor…” You know that sick feeling you get when you just know something has happened? I do and that what I got just before I entered the prep room, whereupon I find Dom with a sheepish smile, scuffed bike gear and a sling. Just when we’re thinking things can’t get any worse, we get a phone call from the States. Turns out Dom’s brother was playing that most dangerous of games, tennis and broke his wrist in 5 places. Even with insurance it will still cost a fortune to put right. Still we muster on through a few weeks and we make plans to fix the car. So thoughtfully so more of my students crash through my lab door, smashing my wrist meaning I need a trip to A&E to insure it’s not broken. Just to find it’s the nerves that have been jarred and I can’t drive meaning that as Dom can’t drive long distance, and certainly isn’t up to walking to the school first I have to call my mother to come and rescue my car.
That weekend we then attempt to fix the car. Only to find after replacing the ignition switch, starter motor and battery, that the alternator is dead, the exhaust needs patching, the front drive shaft is croaked and the tick over is running alarmingly high. So all in all rather a waste of time and money. Finally we cave and on Sunday we went car shopping and after trawling large numbers of garages settle on the first car we saw (isn’t that always the way?) a Honda Jazz. Dom puts down a deposit with the assumption that we will be able to pick it up this evening.
Several phone calls to and from the sales rep toady scuppered that idea. Long and short of it, he screwed the pooch on the finance package and is now running around like a blue assed fly trying to fix it. After not hearing anything for several hours I thought I’d drop in on my way home from work, it’s amazing the effect muttering words like ‘contract’ and ‘breach’ have on motivating people. So now all Dom apparently needs to do is sign the paper work and pick up the car. I’ll believe it when I see it. Still doesn’t solve what to do with the old one.
Anyone want a M-reg non starting fiesta? Going cheap….
