I have a list in my head, a list of things that have to happen or come to an end, or start, and until all these things have occured I cannot reach a state of grace. The problem is I never seem to reach this imaginary plateau of peace, because each time an item on the list in my head has been ticked another two are added on. I'm sure I'm not alone in this... I think it's called life.
A little while ago I wrote on this blog that our car had been written off, due to a young lad unable to control his missile/vehicle. It was parked outside our house in a layby so we were not injured, thank goodness, and the 'bringer of crunch' was unhurt thanks to the wonder of airbags. But our lives were thrown all about in the 'car crash' that is- getting the insurance sorted out. I have to say our insurance company are a bunch of incompetent crazies. I shan't go into the details of the farce that ensued... I'll just say, I've learnt a lesson - if it is at all possible in the future I shall steer clear of large companies. It seems to me a large company is basically a random collection of computers that don't seem to connect to each other, being operated by uninterested phone operatives. All I will say is that we had to collect our cheque, when it finally arrived, from the holiday home, nextdoor.
Three weeks after this exciting episode, another young lad careered into our telegraph pole and lampost, taking out our internet and phone. Yippee! More excitement! It was on the Saturday before a bank holiday, of course so we had to wait a week before BT fixed up a temporary line. The new posts will go up in a couple of weeks. We live in a valley... so there's no mobile reception. Iain took to writing letters. How Austenesque it seemed... he, sat at his escritorio, wielding his quill (Oo, missus!). Sadly we didn't have any pigeons, ravens or owls, so he was reduced to using the Royal Mail.
Hey ho, another day, more things added to the list, a few more ticked off. Life goes on, and we muddle on through. :)
Our car has died :( Or to be more precise... it was killed. It was sitting, minding its own bumpers and wheel arches, outside our house, when- shooooosh BAM!!! another car smacked into it and wedged it up the wall!
No one was hurt... so it doesn't really matter.
Now we're looking out for a Daihatsu Foutrak, so we can get up those forest roads. The trouble is we've yet to haggle with the insurance guys... that'll be fun:(
I've just had a good look through all my photographs and I haven't one picture of the Passat... I guess that means I didn't really warm to it, even though it was a fantastic drive and totally reliable. I think I might feel differently about a little jaunty jeep. Plagued with rust and challenged by the motorway though it may be... it'll surely have more character and take us on wilder adventures... well... that's the plan... we'll see. Watch this space.
A warm hello to whoever is reading this. Welcome to Petra's blog. I'm an illustrator of children's books. And I enjoy living in North Wales with my wonderful partner and fellow adventurer, Iain. I have kept and killed numerous blogs and websites over the years, joined several social sites and then left again, sometimes within a day. I am totally wayward in my web-ish ways. And here I am again blogging random stuff. Will I keep it going for more than a month? Do I care? No! Would anybody ultimately care? Definitely not!. But anyway here goes....
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