Now I am really pissed off.
On a happiness scale of nought to ten, I reckon I am somewhere around minus twenty.
Yes, it’s the fucking car again. And if you lot are tired of hearing about the saga you couldn’t hold a candle to my levels of annoyance, frustration and generally piss boiling that I’m going through at the moment.
I looked out the window this morning. There, under a gentle little blanket of snow stood my car. At some stage Spanner had returned it, put the keys through the letter box and had taken his car. He had even taken a parcel he had found under his windscreen wipers and had put it in the flower box. Apparently it was late when he came and he didn’t want to disturb us. For a taciturn grumpy old fart, Spanner has a heart of gold, but it’s sometimes difficult to see under all the oil.
So I phoned him to thank him for returning my vehicle. I could have just pretended that the car had been there all along and that Spanner had never been near the place, but unfortunately he has a great memory when it comes to being owed money and it’s unlikely he would have fallen for that little scam.
Anyhows, he had checked the battery, and sure enough it was fucked. Good news. There may also be a small problem with the central locking that is draining power and he said he would check that again at another time. I was beginning to feel quite cheerful at this stage.
Then he hit me with it. My rear wheel arches had indeed rusted through and this requires a major welding job. He said I could of course do the car test tomorrow, but he guaranteed that it would fail, and that they would insist on a repair and an engineer’s report that would cost a couple of hundred quid. Damn blast bother knickers and spit!
So I cancelled my test. I have put it off for a couple of weeks to give Spanner time to play with his acetylene gizmo. The NCT shower charged me a fucking penalty for a late cancellation but it was less than a couple of hundred.
Spanner hasn’t told me how much all this is going to cost. He cheerfully said he would bill me when everything is done. All I know at this stage is that it will be more than I can afford.
I really HATE that fucking car test.