I got into trouble over the weekend…. yep, big trouble. I have this rather bad habit of expecting cars to run forever without any care or attention on my part (my car passed the 150 000 km’s service some time back) We left W’s car at the house and drove home on Friday in mine….. conversation went something like this….
W – *incredulous tone* “That’s your engine light!”
T – *defensive tone* “I told you I had a light on the dashboard”
W – *trying to maintain patience tone* “Your car could breakdown at any moment, I told you to book a service”
T – *mutters under breath* “You said the light wasn’t serious”
W – *somewhat exasperated tone* “If you don’t book a service things could go horribly wrong”
T – *petulant tone* “Don’t know why I always find a car with problems”
W – *making a point tone*Â “If you had a horse it would be dead by now”
Suffice to say, the car is now being serviced and I’m driving W’s car. I think I’m going to phone the guy and tell him to take his time with my car. :-)
Not only do we have the semi-regular visits of Spikey but we also have the regular *twice a day* visits from The Black Cat. Almost certainly my fault, because the first time he came to visit I gave him a teensy snack from the fridge, outside mind you… I didn’t feed him in the house, I gave him the teensy snack out on the porch. He’s now snacking on Woolies ham and whatever else I have in the fridge, on a daily basis. He’s a smart animal, has worked out when we leave in the morning and makes sure he’s there before we go, and pops around just after we’ve come back home in the evening. His owner gave him a collar with a bell on it, so you can hear him coming a mile away. He’s a lovely looking animal, beautiful black shiny coat (probably as a result of all the Woolies ham he gets from me), what can I say, he’s a cat. Explains everything.