So yesterday son Jake, our car and a gutter became close acquaintances. Thankfully it was only the gutter, and not the telegraph pole about 2 metres behind the cars' final resting place. Jake was shaken but fortunately suffered no injuries. The car wasn't so lucky. Mum to the rescue (the man of the family works in Sydney, about a one and a half hour commute away). How I enjoy doing things such as organise tow-trucks, talk to smash repair people, get the car home ... oh and hire another car to get us around for the next few days. Also thank heavens for mobile phones, don't they make this sort of situation so much easier to deal with.
So today, after reacquainting myself with the vagaries of a manual car (did I mention the hire car is a manual, did I mention I haven't driven one for 5 or 6 years, did I mention I have osteoarthritis in both my knees which makes constant gear changing bloody painful, ... and oh did I mention it's absolutely pouring here) off I go to the auto wreckers and a spare parts place with list in hand - don't you just love that look that guys behind the counter get when they ask you a question about an item on the list - listen up guys - I've got a list for a reason - I don't know a friggin' thing about anything on this list, except maybe what a wheel is (and hubbie did clarify road wheel, not steering - there's a difference apparently ::insert sarcastic muttering to husband here::).
Oh, and Jake slipped and fell in the shower this morning, landing on his knee which is swollen like a balloon now, so he's at home, which means I get to enjoy the dulcet sounds of him learning his bass guitar. Joy oh joy oh joy. Now I'm off to uni to try and catch up with stuff I should have been doing yesterday, and enjoy the thrill of driving the mighty Daewoo Matiz (which could probably fit in the back of our Ford Falcon wagon).