I've had a man at my house this morning. Meet my friendly local RAC man. I moved the car to the centre of the drive yesterday, to wash it. It needed it. I am embarrassed to say I don't wash my car very often, and I am not going to pay anyone else to do it.
When I went to it at 7pm to go to a WI meeting, I am the speaker, it would not start. Oh bother. Get on the phone, ring a friend for a lift, not in. Go up the road to ask another friend, not in. Go across the road to ask another friend, not in. Ring another friend, help can you come. Friend dropped everything and came out to help. He transported me and my props to the venue, a Village Hall three miles away.
I did the talk, big success, lots of giggles. Asked if someone could give me a lift home. Thank you to June who went out of her way to deposit me at my front door.
This morning I did my normal three mile walk at 9am, I now have a friend who comes with me. I was almost home when our local RAC man came down the street in his van, with his big dog in the passenger seat, taking it for a walk. He doesn't walk it from the house he drives to a country lane so the dog can run free.
I flagged him down and told him of my dilemma, a car that wouldn't start. I knew he wouldn't be able to do anything because he can only take work as directed by his office, but I thought I would mention it anyway, because he is a friend.
I rang the help line and reported the breakdown, and was told someone would be there within the hour. I thought it would be daft to bring someone from miles away when there is a man and van who lives in my village, but there you go, rules are rules.
I had to laugh when my friend turned up, he had walked his dog, dropped it off at home and come straight round to me.
Mobile again, and the car is clean. Think I might go out tomorrow. Toodle pip. ilona