Where to begin with yesterdays adventure?
Husband decided that he could not live without an Alfa Romeo in his life. Since agreeing to buy it, every train which could have taken him to buy it has been cancelled. After the third attempt was cancelled, I suggested that perhaps the world was conspiring against buying the car and it was best not to? But no, we don’t believe in signs.
The fourth train journey was cancelled. To avoid further life disruption, (this has been going on for over a month), I offered to drive in my mini.
Not ten minutes away from the seller’s house, the battery light came on and at the same time, I had to stop to check out a squeak in my car. The Alfa wouldn’t start again. Alternator problem. 5.15pm.
RAC kept delaying the arrival time. The memes came out. I found a funny one from the Isle of Harris page.
Three hours later, we dashed off for food in the mini. I can confirm that the Twix toffee apple McFlurry tastes curiously like apple Jack Daniels. We miss a call from the RAC. Our call has been escalated.
Two further hours of waiting… it’s eerily full-moonlit blue-bright, the moon has a halo and I’m turning a little insane with waiting - the werewolf tunes on my Apple Music come out to play. Husband is not amused. 🐺 🌝 Awooooo! Werewolves of London…
Do you think my handling of the situation was …..
Dramatic
Childish
Awesome
It starts to rain. It’s past midnight.
A huge, Mad Max style Landrover/Range Rover hybrid type thing comes past with enormous bright lights on the front roof - it stops behind the Alfa. Husband gets out… I’m convinced we’re going to be murdered. Maybe eaten. I suggest he gets back in the car. Truck pulls up alongside us and stops just in front, on the road, blocking our exit. It has one tail light out, the left one. I notice that the lights are the old house brick style ones. I’m still convinced we’re going to be murdered by the land pirates. They honk the horn and drive off. 🏴☠️
Ten minutes later, a local recovery guy confirms it’s the alternator and hears the story of the land pirates. He says there’s a local gang who steal cars from lay-bys to strip for parts overnight.
We book a local Travelodge. As we arrive, the recovery guy rings back and says he’s at a service area to drop the car off at a garage and there’s a truck like the one we described there, surrounded by four police cars.
Never a dull moment.
