I’m getting so lazy with these blog posts. I no longer seem to be doing one a day, like I set out to do, but in trying to catch up, doing two a day. So once again, yesterday is today.
Woke up to a dreary Wellington day and realised I had to drive back to Hastings. That was the last thing I wanted to do.
If that wasn’t bad enough, by the time I got to Shannon I was so tired I had to pull over and close my eyes for a few minutes. Do the sensible thing, yanno?
Turns out I shouldn’t have. Turned into a two hour delay. *sigh*
I closed my eyes for 20 minutes and when I go to start my car again, it won’t go!
Just wouldn’t turn over. Called Father to let him know what was up and then called the AA. Which then turned into a wait for the AA man to turn up in Shannon.
He eventually turned up and jump started my car for me. Turns out it was the battery. Stupid car. That’s just one of many problems it has. If it carries on how it’s going Chewy will be getting replaced. Yes, my car is called Chewy. After Chewbacca because when I break it makes a sound like Chewy speaking.
I know this doesn’t sound good, but it’s been like that the since I’ve had the car.
But I got back to Hastings.
Exahusted and sore, I crashed.
A rather uneventful day, not much happened. Just another day in the life of an unemployed journalist.