As I posted a couple of days ago, my car died and I had to organise a tow truck to take it back to the dealer. So I called the dealer this morning, and let them know that it would be coming back, and later on in the day I organised the tow. So the guy turned up (eventually), and he asked if I could drive it out of the driveway… ummm, no, that’s why I need to have it towed!

So I get in the car to steer, while the tow guy and M stand at the front, ready to push. M said maybe I should just check to see that it doesn’t start, so I turned the key and - hey presto! The bloody thing started! Gee thanks - don’t do it for mummy when she asks nicely, but as soon as the nice stranger is watching, everything is sweetness and light. So that was pretty embarrassing. But the plus side was that it didn’t have to be pushed down the driveway- I wasn’t looking forward to it, because our driveway is steep and bendy. So I guess it was a good thing that I was able to drive it out. I thought the tow guy might as well take it to the dealer, because they can have a look at it and hopefully prevent it from happening again when I get it back.

Now the dealer will probably try to start it, it will start, and he’ll say there’s nothing wrong with it, and tell me to pick it up. Hopefully he’ll do something with it - clean it out a bit or something!