So, having drafted my sister to drive to our house and look after the children, my knight in shining armour turns up in the "other car" (we have to be a two car family for sanity's sake), and proceeds to tow me home. Luckily I only broke down less than a mile away but in heavy traffic, limited brake power and a need to have to take the country route home, I am now sipping a tot of wine.
My throat is sore from inhaling petrol fumes (clearly a problem with the fuel line) and swearing profusely at the deaf machinery....whilst totally pointless, I feel that some choice words needed to be vented out before getting home to see the children who were delighted that my sister was able to put them to bed. They also recorded their interpretation of Strictly Come Dancing on her' i-Phone whilst Mummy and Daddy were out - Brucie eat your heart out!
Who knows how much the next instalment of garage visitation will cost but lets worry about that after my organised weekend away with old school friends. Will keep you posted.
Ahh - after the rant above - the car turned out to be fine. The offending item was a dodgy fuel filter which had to be sent back to the supplier and no charge for the replacement thankfully. Still had to fork out £35 for the car to be towed away to the garage though....should have haggled over that but only remembered after I returned home feeling thankful that we did not have to contend with another crippling bill!
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