First an update on my car-hubby got home at 6pm with the token can of diesel for me. So we wedge the kids in front of cbeebies (bad mummy) and trot out to the car. In goes the diesel, in goes the key, hubby turns key, car steadfastly refuses to do anything other than turn over! Hubby keeps going-I can only assume that his theory was that he'd be more stubborn than it and that eventually it would start! Of course as its a car, and therefore an inanimate object, it has no idea of my hubby's theories and still refuses to start. Cue a large amount of head scratching and some choice swear words. We go in (it was freezing out and hubby was none the wiser) and I start the arduous task of filtering through internet forums to find something useful. In the end we decided the best thing to do was to sign up for the AA with homestart and then call them (I thought this was a bit cheeky but apparently it's fine to do this). After a short wait, there is a knock at the door and we bail outside to watch the AA man do his job. He takes a little while so in the meantime I'm sent to the local Chinese for a takeaway (always necessary in an emergency!), I get back and the AA man has gone, I walk in the house with a certain amount of trepidation and ask what the news is. Turns out my crankshaft sensor has given up-this is the second one in three weeks (the first one got broke when the mechanic was changing my clutch). We arent totally sure why this one has gone, although we have a theory which at this point I'll keep to myself. We have ordered a new one on fast track service from our local Citroen dealership (which turned out to be miles cheaper than any local spares shop-shocking!) and will be able to pick up first thing in the morning. Watch this space!
Today my hubby goes off to pick a car up, he takes our middle child with him so its just me and the little one (eldest at school). I choose to use the time wisely and do some housework, I storm along nicely with the odd stop and check facebook break until my phone rings....it's hubby! I get orders to "just go to the local scrapyard to pick a bumper reinforcement bar"-the local scrapyard is 8 miles away and it means waking the baby up, putting his car seat in a different car (as mine obviously still won't start) and driving up there at lunch time which considering the little one has not had his lunch could result in one grumpy baby. Like the good wife that I am I only grumble about this a little bit, not to his face (or down the phone as the case may be) just chuntering as I gather my things together. Off we go down the scrapyard where I stand for 15 mins freezing to death whilst the bloke sorts out the bit I'm after, I pay him, load the bits in the car and then drive home. Hubby has got home by this point so he comes over to the car as I drive down the close, takes one look in the boot and says "thats the reinforcer for the back bumper not the front!" After a short exchange (which involved me saying "I don't really have to go all the way back do I?") I turn the car round and go back to exchange. Three quarters of an hour later I'm back home with the right part this time. The end to this story is that an hour later hubby comes in and says "I've decided not to put the reinforcer on yet, going to do some other bits first"!!!
So to end it all, the only joy I got out of my new pram today was fitting the basket that arrived in the post (I'd forgotten to pick it up when I collected the pram!)
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