I went down to the village yesterday.
It was an extreme emergency trip as I was out of baccy. It’s not often that that happens.
Anyhows I bought my baccy, milk and a couple of other essentials and went to drive home. I turned the ignition key. Clunk! Nothing. The fucking battery was dead.
This was a right pissed off moment. I had two options: I could leave the car there and walk home but I would risk heart failure climbing the damned hill and I would be just as badly off the following day, or I could sit there and sulk. I chose the latter option as it required least effort.
Then it crossed my mind that Daughter was out and about on her travels, so I phoned her. No problems, says she and do I have jump leads. I don’t. No problems says she, she’d buy some as she had been meaning to get them for herself anyway.
So I sat in the car as Daughter sent me progress messages. There were a few of those as every place in Skobieville she tried was out of them. Finally she tried our local garage as a last ditch effort. They had a set! She duly arrived and nosed up to my dead vehicle.
While I was waiting it crossed my mind I had never seen the engine, nor had any idea how to open the bonnet. It shows my age as I would have had the engine striped down several times in my younger days. The big problem was how do I open the bonnet? I searched around and pulled on various levers. I opened the boot, nearly fell out of the car when the seat collapsed and cracked my knee when the steering wheel dropped down, but the bonnet remained unmoved. Then I remembered that this was originally designed as a left hand drive. So I went to the passenger side. There was the lever!
So Daughter jump started the car. She is a fucking star!
This morning I connected up the battery charger.
Shortly after the entire area had a power cut.
Had I overloaded the grid or is someone trying to tell me something?