The other day, I noticed the washing machine was leaking. When I told my husband, he said: ‘Is there ever a week when something doesn’t go wrong?’.
And I could see his point. I did a quick rundown in my head of all the things that were currently wrong.
My own car was still in the garage for repairs after my son’s accident. It had already been there for 10 days and the repairs had overrun.
My husband’s car still had a smashed headlight from the pigeon incident, which had by this point stopped working altogether. The other headlight would only work with precisely delivered multiple whacks, which I didn’t have the knack for. So I was unable to drive in the dark (aka nearly all the time in January) and was increasingly reliant on my dad to give us lifts to the theatre for the panto.
In addition to this, my wardrobe has been collapsed since the start of November, the tumble drier doesn’t work on a ‘low’ cycle and the plug of the iron is smashed and held together with sellotape (not even duct tape).
After the delay to my car’s repairs, I was expecting my car back the following day. But when the garage rang at the end of ‘leaky washine machine day’, I dared to get my hopes up.
But the conversation started with the words ‘I don’t know how to say this’. That’s never going to be a good conversation, is it?
The guy from the garage embarked on a long story, including such matters as my car having a complete respray (that was not part of the original job).
And all I was thinking was ‘GET TO THE POINT! WHEN WILL MY CAR BE READY?’
The story concluded with my car setting on fire. I really didn’t see that one coming. You just couldn’t make it up.
Luckily the car wasn’t badly damaged as they found it quickly – it was ‘just’ some smoke under the bonnet. But of course now it needs repairing again. They’ve had to order a part. They don’t know where the part will be coming from or when they will get it. It’s anyone’s guess as to when I will see my car again.
After that, I can’t wait to see what goes wrong this week…