A jumpstart on my week
As a writer, I like my routines. I do take the opportunity to write in any spare minutes that come up, but I need to start my day in the same way, with my coffee, my cup of ice and my laptop (see my blog about coffee and creativity for the explanation on the ice). This is why I will generally not accept meetings/coffee dates/appointments/obligatory chores on a Monday morning (okay now everyone knows, please take note).
I like to start my week as I mean to continue. Today, as I climbed into my car with my youngest who I was taking to school, the car croaked at me. I tried it again. It croaked with slightly less ferocity. I got out the car, circled it and spoke gently and considerately to it. I praised its beautiful lines and excellent reliability. Our wonderful nanny prayed over it. I climbed in again at which point the Kia gave a death rattle and I was stranded. No car. No coffee shop. Sigh…
I, of course, did not even own a pair of jumper leads. They were in my husband’s car. With some trepidation (it was pouring with rain, and freezing – well, according to South African standards – I mean, I had to buy my poor dog a jacket today she was shivering so much) I rang my neighbours’ doorbell. They, of course, were on holiday and their son, who was clearly a student and house sitting, still asleep at almost eight o’clock.
So now my lovely car had ruined two people’s mornings (three if you count my son, but he didn’t mind being late for school). Nevertheless, despite some bed head and a probably unwelcome sparrow’s fart wake-up (student, remember?), he was my knight and got the car going. (Admittedly after some effort getting his own vehicle to start – it croaked somewhat as well.)
Without going on much further about the morning, let me simply say it took almost an hour and a half to fit my car with a battery.
Nope. I think I might just have to tell this story.
- The supplier I chose had run out of the 652CV Sabat SMF batteries needed for my car, but “I mustn’t worry” as I could go down the road and get one as my car would definitely start.
- My car definitely did NOT start.
- Supplier A very kindly went to fetch the battery on my behalf from Supplier B.
- Supplier A fetched the battery with the wrong polarity (or something to that effect).
- Supplier A returned said battery to Supplier B.
- Long hour of waiting.
- Youngest child now getting supremely bored with Hungry Sharks and smartphone running low and no longer feeling so smart. (A bit like me, really.)
- Supplier A representative caught in long queue at Supplier B trying to get the correct battery – the 652CV Sabat SMF with the right polarity.
- Intermission with quite a lot of rain.
- Mother and child freezing to death, with wind rushing through waiting room until they are called to check the recalcitrant vehicle.
- Car starts.
- Hooray!!! (I think this deserves its own bullet.)
- Youngest child delivered to school for puppet show, late but that is a mere detail.
- Mother of youngest child completely sodden as limited umbrella use dropping him off.
- Paula Marais rides with great determination to the coffee shop. She WRITES. It is wonderful. She’s so cold she skips the ice.
Let’s hope Tuesday is better. How was your Monday?