My beloved car, Pedro has gone to Peugeot heaven :-( I adore my car. I got him about two years ago when I rescued him from the scrap heap. A little bit of TLC and he was as good as gold- apart from the odd repair job here and there, he has run perfectly. For an old knacker aged 18 years old, he has taken me far and wide- from trips to Manchester- Liverpool- Birmingham to Leamington every day- he has done some miles.
I noticed him flagging a bit last week when he struggled to start and the amount of smoke that was billowing out of the exhaust. Coincidentally- I happened to be on the way to my brothers garage in Warwick when he gave up the ghost and chugged and puffed his way to his last breath. Looking at the amount of smoke, my brother (being a highly skilled mechanic) knew exactly what was wrong- the head gasket had blown :-( It is a fortune apparently to fix so I said goodbye and left Pedro at the garage. It looks like he won't be able to fix him so I'm now looking for a new car. I won't know for definite until tonight but it doesn't look good. I'm going on Saturday to clear him out and say my proper goodbyes. It's always weird when it's your first car, or so I've been told but I am excited about the prospect of a new (second- hand) car :-)
On Saturday evening- a did a restaurant review with my mum for the magazine I write for. I won't name the restaurant but mum left a little more tiddly than when she arrived and more hysterical for a number of reasons. Free champers for a start set her off- she's not a big drinker anyway and usually the smell of wine gets her going but a few glasses spelt trouble. The waiter brought us an amuse bouche which is a fancy way of saying 'appetiser' but after a few glasses mum was asking for a bichon frise (a breed of dog) which she confused with the word amuse bouche which set her off. Then she wrapped up her liver and put it in my handbag to take home for the dog. Not to mention stirring her cocktail with a fork and chewing plastic diamante's on the top of her dessert- going " OMG they are real diamonds" Never again- was a laugh though.
Was Dave's funeral today and was actually really nice- upsetting but nice. I'm glad I went in the end x
Haha, your mum sounds fantastic, a little bit like mine! I really want mine to come visit me in Leamington sometime, as theres some nice pubs that I can see are perfect for slouchy family catch ups over wine and pubgrub, but she never has days off work that I'm free from Uni :(
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