Nice to be able to enjoy a couple of days of complete freedom.
Hubby went down to the Italian part of Switzerland,and I was going to stay at home,feed the cat ,and do exactly what I liked.
Bliss I thought.
A call of help from a friend changed everything yesterday.
Being a person who finds it difficult to say no, I jumped into the car and drove the few miles over to her place.
I suppose what we had talked about was still in my mind as I got back and I drove automatically and without really looking, into the garage.
Usually my car is able to drive itself home. We have a wonderful relationship, and the flitzy Italian has saved me from quite a few unforeseen situations.
But not yesterday.
Do you know what the worst sound in the world is to a car driver ?
The sound of metal fighting metal.
And that was the sound I heard yesterday as the Italian cut the corner and caught itself up on the framework of the garage door, and stayed there.
Driving forward brought the spine chilling noise to my ears,and reversing wasn’t any better.
No Hubby, neighbours on holiday,what was a woman supposed to do at a moment like this ? I suppose I could have called the fire brigade,they have often been called for less.
But I didn’t. I put my foot slowly on the accelerator and to the sound of music eased the car forward.
Two black doors,now have large white etchings on them,and a bit of the wheel guard seems to be missing.
Hubby doesn’t know yet.