On my way home from work last night I called in to the petrol station to make sure I was set for my training day in Leeds. My only thoughts were getting home and getting in to my onesie. I admit to succumbing. My name is Sharon and I own a onesie and I can't wait to get home, uniform off to slip in to this most unflattering garment.
As we are so busy at work and some staff off I was asked to come in to help out at work not at my usual branch. Not a problem so long as I could attend an appointment at the hospital which was cancelled early December due to having to go up north for training. The appointment is to have patch testing on my back to try to get to the bottom of any allergies causing my ear infections. Work would drop me off and pick me up. I was asked if I minded a trainee sitting in. This guy is from Cornwall and wanted to follow me on my journey, I assured him he really didn't want to be on MY journey. Stuff taped to my back I looked a little like a suicide bomber.
Back to work for a very busy afternoon then home. Getting back in my car after filling up it wouldn't start. It does that at times and a little spanner lights up on the dashboard but after a few goes it fires up. Not this time and I was blocking the forecourt. A kind man pushed me to the side out of the way but clearly wasn't in for the long haul. I remembered hubby had joined the RAC when the girls and I went to Somerset last summer and I had card in my purse.
Telephoning them on my mobile they at first didn't have me on the system, me cursing hubby that he may have cancelled in a cull of outgoings. No he hadn't they were on the way. He arrived all orange like tapping on my window. He instructed me to put the ignition on and did a sharp intake of breath.
The sharp intake of breath seemed to be unwarranted it seemed it was my starter motor not the cam belt as initially thought. All this means nothing to me me, my main concern being can I drive it and how much would it cost if I can't. He was going to tow me down a small space to bump start me. Now I hate this, I think this is a blue job as I always cock up. He said I did very well not to hit the wall given the fact that I hadn't switched on the headlights, taken off the handbrake or put the ignition on, see I'm a bit stupid like that.
Anyhow we got there in the end and he followed me home to make sure I got there ok. Home, onesie on and organising for the morning with one car, I was very appreciative of my shining armour in the night, the fourth emergency service.