Listening to an audiobook

 I’ve signed up to Audible whilst I was off with a back problem (still have the back problem, but at least I can work…)  So, whilst I am doing my physio, I can listen to the book.  Some are better than others – one of the best that I have listened to was The Hobbit, narrated by Andy Serkis.  But, one of the ones that I am regretting getting is Gerald’s Game by Stephen King. 

Don’t get me wrong – it’s a good story.  But I cannot get with the narrator – Lindsey Crouse.  I’m sure that there are people who think she is a brilliant narrator – I’m afraid that I am not one of them.  She seems to have the same tone of voice no matter where the story is leading.  And unfortunately, this is making it a real struggle to listen to it..  To the extent that I have read about 8 kindle / tree books in the time that I have gotten to the end of chapter 6.

But, as I have used an Audible credit on this, I am very reluctant to give up on the story, so will have to persevere with the narrator.

Ah well, time to call this quits – more physio calls.

Back when I get the chance.

Karen

So
Here we stand
Distant dreams
Torn apart
Don’t
Cry for help
It might break
Your heart

Finding inner peace – with an aromatherapy balm

 I’ve been an aromatherapy fan for years – ever since an aromatherapist cleared a raging sinus infection that not even antibiotics had much success in clearing.  I’ve used various oil blends / pure oils / balms over the years to help with stress / lack of sleep, but I have found one blend that has knocked everything else that I have used in the past into a water filled ditch.

It’s by a small UK firm called Scentered, and they do some wonderful blends in a balm form.  My favourite is Sleep Well – a gentle mix of Palmarosa, Lavender and Ylang Ylang (at least that’s the three main scents listed on the cardboard tube that’s sitting on my table!)  It’s supposed to be used for sleep, but I have to admit that I find it really helpful when I am wound up to hell and about to explode.  I also have the Focus balm, and the Be Happy balm – both of which I find really good, and not over powering – unlike some blends that I have tried in the past.

Plus, they have the added bonus of being solid blends, meaning that I can put them in my bag and not worry about them leaking everywhere and making a mess in my handbag / laptop bag.  And, if I use them out, the scent is not overpowering, and I don’t have to worry about an oily residue on my clothes – or anything that I might touch.

Ah well, guess I should call this quits – my kindle is calling me….  And it’s the new Stephen King novel – Billy Summers….

Back when I get chance.

Karen

Now every day I fall apart
The sky is full of emptiness
I'll take the blame, the burning heart
It brings me down, I must confess

Another day, another joke

It's not often that a golf joke has me howling with laughter - but this one managed it...  And I make no apologies for posting this.

The Rugged Outdoor Woman

During her physical examination, a doctor asked a retired woman about her physical activity level.  

The woman said she spent 3 days a week, every week in the outdoors

"Well, yesterday afternoon was typical;

I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain.

I waded along the edge of a lake.

I pushed my way through 2 miles of brambles.

I got sand in my shoes and my eyes.

I barely avoided stepping on a snake.

I climbed several rocky hills. 

I went to the bathroom behind some big trees.  

The mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank a scotch and three glasses of wine.

Amazed by the story, the doctor said, "You must be one hell of an outdoor woman!"

"No," the woman replied, "I'm just a really shitty golfer"

Karen

Write in dust all you say
Look for the answers you know you can trust
One day they might blow away

My new mouse mat

I'll be honest, working at home has made me realise that it's about time that I replaced my mouse mat.  I've had it...  Well, let's just say that it's old.

How do I know that it's old?  Well, put it like this..  It's old.  The matching pencil case is starting to degrade on the corners, and the pad has an annoying lump in it, that my mouse "jumps" over when I am using it.

So, I decided to have a look for a replacement - one that made me smile..  There were several that I liked, but the winner was the one that I ordered:

I know that it's not one that I could use in the office... I've got a different one with a matching coaster for office use:

 But the monkey one made me smile...

Ah well, guess I'd better get back to work...

Back whenever.

Karen

Situation's never ending

And the pages few

But it's always worth defending

If the story's true

Sleep gently, to discover

What's in your heart

No vengeance, all together

That's worlds apart

Springing my back

I haven’t had as much pain as this since I shattered my knee joint more years ago than I care to remember.  I’ve done something to my back – just by walking down the stairs.

I wouldn’t have objected as much if I had done something stupid – like catch my foot on the stairs or even lifted something wrong.  But I haven’t, so I am currently laid up off sick with my back.  I know that there will be people thinking this is faked – I wish to God that it was.  

As it stands, I feel like I have super heated barbed wire running down the outside of my leg, my shin has gone numb and as for trying to sit / stand / lie down…  Don’t even go there.

Eight hours of sleep is a luxury that is denied to me at the moment – so the doctor has prescribed diazepam (2mg), Naproxen and paracetamol.  I don’t mind the Naproxen and the paracetamol (even though the paracetamol always makes me feel sick when I take it) – but the diazepam…  That’s a chemical cosh.  How on earth people can enjoy feeling…  That woolly is beyond me.  

And to add insult to injury, I can’t even enjoy a cup (or in my case a mug) of regular coffee.  Simply because the caffeine will interfere with the diazepam, which is hopefully reducing the spasms in my back so I can try and get some sleep.  

So I am resorting to decaff.  It’s not too bad – the coffee bags from the Real Coffee Bag co. are quite drinkable, so it’s not as bad as it could be – but I still miss my “proper” coffee.  

So, whilst I am crocked – I have done something that I thought I would never do.  Signed up for Audible.  Simply because I can plug my headphones in, and listen to a book whilst I am doing my physio, and also listen to it whilst I am trying to walk during the night in a vain attempt to get some feeling back in my leg and allow me to get back to sleep.  

At the moment, I am listening to Hail Mary by Andy Weir – it’s really good (got to admit that I had my reservations at first) and am really getting into this.   It’s the sort of book that does lend itself to being an audio book, as the sound effects for Rocky really help with the character.

But there is one thing that has made me laugh (even though it hurts) – it’s the Garfield cartoon for today:

Ah well, better call this quits - I need to do my physio..

Back when I get chance.

Karen

I gave no thought to wisdom

It all but vanished in the haze

This fragile hand of fortune

Had changed and turned it all to grey

Banning books again....

I don't normally post things from the Daily Mail, but this was something that caught my eye.  It's written by Amanda Platell, and it resonated with me....

Back in Australia in the late 1960s, my teacher introduced us to a book called To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

 

 

She told us it would change our lives for ever, revealing a world to us far removed from our own: deepest Alabama during the Great Depression, a society torn apart by racism.

Looking around my class of all-white kids, I couldn't see the relevance at first, until I read the book and fell in love with the characters — Tom Robinson, the innocent black man falsely accused of raping a white woman, and Tom's lawyer Atticus Finch fighting to save his life — all revealed through the eyes of Atticus's unforgettably courageous six-year-old daughter, Scout.

Little wonder it captivated our class, or that it had become an instant classic on publication. 

Its messages about prejudice and justice resonate with anyone who reads it; so beautifully written — and so unbearably sad — it can break the hardest heart.

No one could come away with anything less than a burning sense of the evil and cruelty of racism.

So how bewildering that, as part of its mission to 'decolonise' its curriculum, James Gillespie's High School in Edinburgh has banned this masterpiece from the Scottish equivalent of GCSE study, claiming it plays into an outdated 'white saviour' narrative, contains the N-word and that its representations of black people are 'dated'. 

Well, in the book the 'white saviour' Atticus is vilified for even trying to defend Tom.

Yes, the book contains racist language: precisely to expose the racism of its society. Teenagers don't need to be protected from offensive language in great literature: they are old enough to see these words for what they are.

And as for 'dated' — are we now to ban any book written or set in the past? 

Perhaps I'm too busy basking in my unconscious 'white privilege', but I know that had it not been for Harper Lee, this white kid from the Perth suburbs would never have had her eyes opened to the hideous reality of racial prejudice — nor become so acutely aware of early white Australians' shameful treatment of Aborigines.

Perhaps teachers at James Gillespie's High School might reflect on their own history before rushing to cancel others. Gillespie was a very rich 18th-century merchant who is believed not only to have owned slaves himself but to have traded with the slave-owning tobacco plantations of Virginia.

The hypocrisy of banning Harper Lee's text, while keeping his name above the school gates, is a sin to make poor Tom Robinson weep. 

I have to admit that I have never read the book - yes - I know that it's a classic - but this opinion piece in today's paper struck a chord with me.

Those few rare people who know me, know that I am a big reader - a bookworm.  I'm happiest when I can curl up on the sofa with a decent mug of coffee and my kindle, and read in peace.

I admit that there are some books that I wonder how the hell they managed to get published (the 50 Shades series instantly springs to mind) but it's because I had the opportunity to read it and draw my own conclusions about the book.  I know that there are people who think it's a really good series, and that's fine with me.  It would be a boring world if we all liked the same thing.

But banning a book because you don't approve of it?  Not if I can help it.  Salman Rushdie summed up my feelings on banning books with this wonderful comment:

If you don't want to read a book, don't read it. If you start reading a book and you don't like it, you always have the option of shutting it and at this point it loses its capacity to offend you.

Again, another author I have tried (and failed) to get with his writing style, but he sums up my feelings on banning books perfectly.

It would be one hell of a boring world if we all read / liked the same things....  Republic of Gilead anyone?

Back when I can tear myself away from my kindle...

Karen

In these days of no trust

Evermore hostility

We're all living

Under the same old sky

'Cause we're all living

We're telling the same old lie

In these days

In these days

In these days of no trust

Another postponment

Should have guessed that things were not going to go smoothly this year...  I've just recived this email from the Magnum mailing list....

It is with sincere regret that Magnum are postponing their autumn 2021 shows until next year. With the uncertainty of some European country’s management of the Covid pandemic and numerous other logistical problems the band and promoters alike have decided it is in the best interest to reschedule again to 2022, the band’s 50th anniversary year.

The band’s prime interest is fans health and safety, as well as their own of course. We all hope that by the end of the year the worldwide pandemic will be under control and we can all move freely about and go to full capacity shows. The test events that have been going on recently are good news indeed for the entertainment business but, we all feel that we still have a way to go yet before we can have an all clear. 

The shows are being rescheduled as below and there will be further announcements in due course. 

All tickets remain valid, and will be transferred over to the new dates.'

In the meantime the band are carrying on with the recording of their next, as yet untitled, album which should be released in early 2022

Monday 28 March 2022 Cambridge Junction

Tuesday 29 March 2022 Norwich Waterfront

Wednesday 30 March 2022 London Islington Assembly Hall

Thursday 31 March 2022 Birmingham Symphony Hall

Sunday 3 April 2022 Southampton Engine Rooms

Monday 4 April 2022 Cardiff Tramshed

Tuesday 10 May 2022 Goteborg Pustervik

Wednesday 11 May 2022 Oslo Vulkan

Thursday 12 May 2022 Huskvarna Folkets Park

Friday 13 May 2022 Stockholm Fryhuset Klubben

Saturday 14 May 2022 Karlstad Nojesfabriken

Monday 16 May 2022 Malmo Babel

Friday 09 September  2022 Belfast Limelight 1

Saturday 10 September  2022 Dublin Voodoo Lounge

Sunday 11 September 2022

Monday 12 September 2022 Glasgow Garage

Tuesday 13 September 2022 Sheffield Leadmill

Wednesday 14 September 2022 Nottingham Rock City

Thursday 15 September 2022

Friday 16 September 2022 Holmfirth Picture Drome

Saturday 17 September 2022 Manchester Academy 2

At least I have something to look forward to - apart from the second damned COVID-19 jab.

Ah well, time to call this quits - I need a break from the computer.

Back whenever...

Karen

No sign of the morning coming

You've been left on your own

Like a rainbow in the dark

A rainbow in the dark

Stunned by a film

Just watched The Greatest Showman.  I have got to admit that I wasn't sure if it was the sort of film that I would enjoy...  But I have not only enjoyed it - I've done something that I don't normally do..

I've bought the soundtrack.  Normally, I enjoy a film, and don't think any more of it.  But the soundtrack just hooked me from the first track.

If you've not watched it - put doubts aside and enjoy.  Hugh Jackman makes it a really easy film to watch and the rest of the cast help make this a feel good film.

And yes - I did shed a few years in places.

Ah well, time to wipe the tears away and go and help prepare dinner.

Back when I get the chance....

Karen

Cause every night I lie in bed

The brightest colours fill my head

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all it's gonna take

Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make

Getting the Jab

Yep – I’ve had my first dose of the Covid-19 jab.  I’ve had the AZ (Astra Zeneca) variant.  The jab itself was painless – the nurse who did it was very professional, as was the entire team who were administering the jabs.  

I did like the way that the staff went out of their way to reassure those of us who are less than keen on needles, and also made sure that I was aware of the possible side effects.  

The only thing that I will say (more of an observation that anything else) was that the staff trusted people to stay put for the length of time specified.  The gentleman who was telling me about the possible side effects, and things to watch out for, spotted my medic alert, and when when I was asked about it, instantly instructed me to wait 20 minutes after my jab before I could escape.  Thank god for the kindle – I would have gone nuts.

I freely admit that I felt decidedly off on Friday – to the extent where I didn’t think I would be safe enough to drive on Friday night.  That put a dampener on my weekend plans, but my partner was sweet, and said that he didn’t want me driving, as it’s not a short drive to see him.  Ok – it’s not that far (about 40 miles) but it’s on some nasty roads (or I use the M6).  Either way, it meant a weekend at home.

And yes – it was the right thing to do.  I spent yesterday dozing, and was barely able to move my arm (I felt like I had done 15+ rounds with a certain M. Tyson…) And I will admit to being very grateful for the kindle – it meant I could read without having to hold a heavy book in my right hand.    

Today?  I feel brighter than I did – but it still hurts to lie on my left arm, and I am still tired.  But, if it’s a sore / bruised feeling arm, or risking catching this dratted virus…  Give me the sore arm any day.

Ah well, time to call this quits – my eyes are tired and I can hardly stop yawning.

Back when I get the inclination… (or my arm stops hurting!)

Karen

You try, yeah, you do your best
But nothing seems to work
You're not like all the rest
When you're the one who hurts
Oh, what a day

Recall sorted and Exhaust Gas Regulator....

Well, the Monster is back, and the recall has been done.  But that didn't clear the error.  No - the annoying little monster did that as I was driving to Arbury this morning.

When I started the car, I got the ping and the warning message (as well as the engine management light on the dashboard.)  OK - I knew about that - it was going to be sorted out.  What I didn't expect was for the damned thing to disappear as I was driving!

So, muttering all sorts of things about the error, I dropped it off to be dealt with by the capable engineers at Arbury, and went shopping with Mum (I'd been smart, and booked the morning off, so I didn't have to rush about like a headless chicken to try to get back to the dining table!)

As we're still in lockdown, it wasn't as if we could head off to Solihull for some retail therapy (to be honest - I've not missed that!)  Instead, it was wildy exotic - off to Morrisons to do the food shopping.  There were some things that we couldn't get, so we headed to Warwick to Tesco to finish off (and I was able to get the obligatory coffee - can't resist Costa coffee...)

We still had time to kill, so we were able to go to a couple of garden centres, and as we were heading back to Leamington, my phone rang.  It was Molly, calling me to let me know that the Monster was out on a road test, and should be ready to collect.

That suited me fine, so Mum and I headed to Arbury, so she could drop me off and head for home with the shopping....  I went in and spoke to Molly who told me the news....  The recall was sorted (software only) but the bad news....  The EGR valve (aka exhaust solenoid) was playing up again.  

Despite the car clearing the error, it had left a record in the ECU so that they could have a look and see what it had recorded.  (Always said the car was plug and pray!)  It turned out that the EGR valve was playing up, so they took it out, cleaned it up and reinstalled in.  

If it throws the same error again (and doesn't go into limp mode - where a snail can overtake you shaking it's little fist at you as it goes past you) - then I have to call Arbury to get it booked in and they will have to sort the EGR.

But, at the end of the day, as long as the little monster runs, I don't mind.  

And time to call it quits - I am fed up with staring at the computer screen.

Back when I get chance...

Karen

Write in dust all you say
Look for the answers you know you can trust
One day they might blow away

Car check

Well, I've checked the car, and at least the battery hasn't drained overnight.  That's one good thing. The bad thing?  Still got the engine management light (and ping). 

Now all I have to do is speak to Arbury to see if I can get the Monster in earlier than Thursday, as I don't really want to risk having to wait for the car over the weekend, when I have plans made.

That, and the fact that this puts added stress on Mum's car with mine being unreliable at the moment.  All I can hope is this is something stupid, because I really *don't* want to have to change the Monster...

Time to call Arbury and see if I can get the car in earlier.

Back when I've spoken to the service team.

*****Update - 08:40 - Spoken to Molly at Arbury Leamington.  The earliest I can get the Monster in is Thursday.  But, they will do the recall work before starting to look at the diagnostics for me, as the issue may be something to do with that, and they don't want to charge me unnecessarily for the diagnostics if the issue is cleared with the recall.  

At least I know that the car is OK to drive, as I didn't experience any loss of power - but it was had to tell as I was only ½ mile away from home when this error triggered.  So, all I can do is pray this issue is sorted, otherwise there is another bill landing on my feet courtesy of the expensive little Monster.

Karen

Oh it gets harder to decide
Fingers crossed there's no time to celebrate

Who are you saying maybe it's our fate?

And when you said you've never lied

Another set of warning lights

Great.  Just what I *didn't* need to get.  Coming home last night, I got a "ping" from the car, then the dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree, and the dreaded "Engine fault - have vehicle repaired" message came up.

I know there is a recall on the Monster (hell, the car is booked in for Thursday morning) but this is now starting to get annoying.  I need a car that is reliable, and much as I love the Monster, it's becoming a nuisance.

If this is another problem, I may well have to start looking for a replacement car.  Which, with the current lock-down is not really viable as I need to test drive the new 208, to see if I like it...  And if I don't?

I've got no idea what to look for.  

Ah well, I'll have to see if the battery is dead this morning, and if it is...  Then Peugeot can fix the issue at their own expense.

Back later (when I have checked the Monster)

Karen

When things never happen like you wanted

Dark nights always keep you in the shade

Some words would be better left unspoken

No joke there's a price that must be paid

Recall on the Monster

Not the sort of letter that I really wanted to receive – especially on a Friday afternoon.  An envelope from Peugeot with the words “THIS IS NOT A CIRCULAR – SAFETY RECALL INFORMATION”

Great.  Now what’s gone wrong?  So, I open the envelope, and the following was revealed….

As part of our quality monitoring programme, we have identified that your vehicle requires a software update to prevent a potential reduction or loss of braking assistance.  This software update will improve the diagnosis capabilities of the braking assistance system.  This will prevent any risk of reduction or loss of braking assistance.

Your vehicle is equipped with a three cylinder 1.2 Puretech petrol engine, recognised for its dynamic performance as well as for its low fuel consumption and CO₂ emissions.  To improve the efficiency of the internal engine components, this engine is fitted with a timing belt, which operates inside the engine lubricated by the engine oil.  If your annual mileage is greater than 9,000 miles and your usual trips are shorter than 6 miles, we recommend arduous service intervals which include replacing the timing belt very 62,500 miles or after 6 years, to help ensure the reliability and durability of the engine.  Combined with using the recommended engine oils, adhering to the servicing intervals and refraining from adding other products (e.g. additives) to the engine oil, will ensure the durability of the timing belt.

This safety recall consists of updating the software and a check of the condition of the brake vacuum pump and the timing belt.

This precautionary work is considered essential and will of course be completed free of charge.

Please contact your chosen dealer, quoting safety recall code xxx, who will be able to book an appointment to carry out the safety recall and give you further information if required.

So, the little monster is booked in for the work – the only charge to me will be the sanitizer (nuclear warfare for bugs) – a whole £4.75.  I don’t mind that at all – and cannot fault my dealership for the service that they have given.  They gave me the first slot (at a time and date that suited me) so that I can drop the little monster off and let the engineers work their magic. 

Time to call this quits – I’m being summoned for dinner.

Back when I get chance.

 

Karen

Hold on, there’s a new way a-coming
Looks like it’s arriving tonight
There’s no more hiding or running
There’s no more walking on ice

Listening to Podcasts

 Something that I have gotten into whilst I have been in lockdown.  Podcasts.  Not the sort of thing that I would usually do, as I find most podcasts a waste of time (and space on my phone).  

However, on the recommendation of a friend, I downloaded a podcast called Black Box Down.  This is a pair of amateur plane enthusiasts discussing some well known (and not so well known) air crashes – ones such as the Concorde crash, and the British Airways flight that crashed just short of the runway at Heathrow, as well as crashes such as the so-called "Gimli Glider".

I know that I've seen quite a few of these investigations on Nat Geo - Air Crash Investigation - but this is an interesting take on the investigations.

I've also been listening to quite a gentle series - Paws and Claws.  This is an interview series fronted by Bill Turnbull, and he's talking to various people in the news (and celebrities such as Johnny Vaughn) about their pets.

It's really funny (and touching) and you can tell that Bill is a trained journalist - the questions are not boring and he manages to extract funny little anecdotes from his guests about their pets.

Ah well - time to call this quits.  Another podcast is calling...  And this one promises to be a real cracker...  Power the Maxwells...

Back when I get finished with my podcasts...

Karen

There's a chill wind at your back door
And the fire cracks on the damp floor
You hear footsteps but you're not sure
On a storyteller's night

 

Snow

Not something that I really wanted to see this morning...

Snow joke.

Karen

Hold on, there's a new way a-coming

Looks like it's arriving tonight

There's no more hiding or running

There's no more walking on ice

National lockdown

BoJo has spoken.  National lockdown.  To be honest, reading the information about it (see National lockdown guidance) it's no different to being in Tier 4 - unless you're school age or at university. Then it's on line learning unless your degree requires practical elements.

Because of this, masks are compulsory, and people are starting to find different versions to express their personal style... And I am no different - this is one of my masks....

It's from a company called Smmash X-Wear.  Yes, I admit it's not cheap, but at least I can breathe in it, and don't feel like I am suffocating.

I don't like wearing a mask.  It's uncomfortable (and hot) but if it reduces the risk of me catching (and more to the point passing on) this damned virus, I will continue to wear one.

But until people start taking this damned virus seriously, we're going to be bouncing from lockdown to lockdown.  

And I am getting slightly fed up with the idiots who refuse to wear a mask and adhere to the restrictions.  

Before people start blasting me, I am fully aware that there are people with valid reasons for not wearing a mask.  I understand that.  My gripe is with the selfish idiots who refuse wear any mask - reusable or disposable.

Ah well, time to call it quits.  My kindle is calling me.

Back whenever...

Karen

Now the villain, he may prosper

And the thief might do as well

With amusement, their crimes they dispel

The promises they've broken

And the hearts they have betrayed

End to end they are carefully laid

Good Riddance to 2020

 This mask sums up my feelings:

The sooner I see that back of this year, the better.

Karen

When things never happen like you wanted
Dark nights always keep you in the shade
Some words would be better left unspoken
No joke there's a price that must be paid

New Year, new Tier

 Not quite new year.  Yet.  We’ve been moved to Tier 4, so that means the following:

If you live in a Tier 4 area, you must follow the rules below. This means that you cannot leave or be outside of the place you are living unless you have a reasonable excuse. You cannot meet other people indoors, including over the Christmas and New Year period, unless you live with them, or they are part of your support bubble. Outdoors, you can only meet one person from another household.

Thankfully, I can still travel to see my support bubble, so once Monster is back (and we know that the weather isn’t going to dump a load of snow on us) I shall make plans to escape.

Ah - my phone's ringing...  And it's Arbury.

The Monster is ready.

Back later.

Karen

I've stood alone where the mountains are blue
Watching the world's unbelievable view
A special book makes the child in us cry
Magic in words at the blink of an eye

Car Troubles – part 4a

Just had the call from Molly at Arbury.  They’ve isolated the problem – it was the main engine fan control unit that was defective (aka buggered).  So, they’ve got one coming in from their parts supplier this afternoon, so will be fitted to the Monster this afternoon, so I can pick it up today.

They plugged the computer in, and it threw lots of errors at them.  What a surprise.  I always joked that my car was plug and pray (as in plug the computer in, and pray that you get the answers!)  So, they then had the big engine fan kick in, and surprise, surprise.  The dashboard lights up like a Christmas tree with all the errors and the noises that the car plays when it throws a hissy fit.

Now comes the painful part.   £223.  But this does include all the diagnostics, removal of the error codes, removal and fitting of the defective part (as well as the part itself).  But I guess it could have been a hell of a lot worse – I suspected that it was the climate control electronics going expensively wrong.   

I know people tell me that I am nuts paying main dealer prices but it’s for this reason that I do so.  I called the dealership directly last week, and the car was booked in to be looked at today with minimum fuss, and I am treated like a valued customer – not a registration number to be gotten rid of as soon as possible.

So all I can do is wait for the phone call to sat that the little Monster is ready for collection, and then head over to collect it…. 

 

Karen

Where is the journey
No one defies
The end comes early
That’s no surprise
When it’s all over
And it’s all done
The best is waiting
And yet to come

Car Troubles – part 4

 Well, Monster is now at Arbury Peugeot – waiting to be looked at.  I will admit that I was slightly worried that it wouldn’t start due to the damned electronic issues.

But, first turn of the key, and the car started.  To say there were murmurs of relief was an understatement.  So, it was then a case of nursing the little horror into Arbury, so that their technicians could see what the hell was going on – and what was draining the battery.  I mean two batteries in 24hrs was a bit excessive… 

Once on the road, I discovered the drawback to not having the climate control on…  The windscreen started to mist up (and my hands were freezing cold as well) so it was a case of having to put the climate control on and pray.

Well, I think my guardian angel must have been listening, as the car behaved itself – no stupid warning lights (other than the engine management light on the dashboard), so it was a slightly more comfortable trip – especially as all the traffic lights were on green, and traffic was a doddle.  

Mind you – that could have been due to the time that I was travelling – 08:00 – the schools aren’t due back until next week (bug permitting) and most sensible people were still in bed.

I managed to get the little monster to Arbury, and got it booked in earlier than expected (a big thank you to Molly – she is a real star!) so all I can do now is wait and see what the verdict is….

Back when I have more info on the expensive little monster….

 

Karen

Like a broken wheel stops turning
You ain't going nowhere
Now you've got to heal that burning
Or you ain't got a prayer
Like a broken wheel