i am speechless. for various reasons.
firstly because i am so tired and hung over from my two person party with horse riding buddy marina (got to sleep around three thirty - checking up on you bloggers...god. talk about addictions, eh?)
and secondly because i have just seen my car.....
going back in time. . . . to recap. (since last posting)
here i am at three this morning. (before seeing car, after blogging and certainly feeling invincible and brave) and, um, happy.
here i am at eight this morning, before seeing car, checking up on COMMENTS (eyebrows wriggling frantically and obviously in your direction). here i am suffering from self inflicted lack of sleep and a hideous hang over but "hanging in there" nevertheless, because i am special, or so i have been told..picture entitled: Brave Face Running Horse, which was my apache name in a previous life. agh. whatEVER. eyebrows raised to keep eyes opened.
en route to see car. me, gabby and amnaay driving (because i am not With It this morning) in landrover. hooray amnaay our dearest fix it man on the entire planet is back!!! he makes everything ok. everything. he remained tight lipped though, when i told him about the car.
my car. oh dear. my car. what a mess. what a tragic mess. the car she is "buggared", apparently. according to the chief auto electrician at the workshop. at least she isn't "fucked" which would mean that it would be unfixable. every single wire is melted. frankly, it looks "fucked" to me. how we did not rocket up to space in a ball of fire is, according to yorkshireman mort (mort the mortician in charge of workshop), "fooking unbelievable." angels. we have angels. if that is correct then i am calling in all Money Angels. calling in all Money Angels. please. because its going to cost a "fooking lot of money mate". according to mort. (note steering wheel position and wires wires wires wires everywhere)a close up for those interested, present company excluded. dash board. that is the dash board. god. to get your bearings, see small gear lever in bottom right hand corner.
still. deeply unimpressed after seeing my car. me on back of landrover sulking tired hungover and cold. picture taken slyly (and secretly delightfully) by first born.
but gabby gets to see her sunflowers next to the airport. finally.
my god its freezing today. those polar bears will be back. i know.
TP and weary X's