Well that was fun. Not.
My morning so far:-
Wake up to alarm at 7.15, resist urge to burrow back under duvet.
Peer out of window to assess weather. There's snow but not too deep.
Get dressed
FogHorn calls and confirms she's taking daughter to school, will meet me at 8.30am.
Hop in car and slither carefully to garage - snow has eased considerably, it's mostly a very fine rain/sleet.
Drop car at garage, arrange for boss man to ring me.
Trudge home, noting the snow is getting heavier. And heavier. And deary me, it's rather heavy now.
About halfway home, get call from FogHorn - she's changed her mind about venturing out. I agree wholeheartedly and tell her I'm taking the day off as we'd discussed yesterday.
Make it home resembling something like an Abominable Dormouse.
Slurp tea, attempt to thaw out.
Boss chap at garage calls - I ask if they're willing to do the MoT but wait for payment until payday*. He goes to consult with boss.
Garage calls back - nope, no credit can be given. Sigh in disappointment but it was a long shot.
Enjoy remainder of tea.
Clamber back into wet coat and soggy scarf and start the thirty minute trudge back to the garage. The snow has stopped, but it's raining deceptively steadily.
Reclaim car, rebook MoT for payday.
Drive home.
Collapse on sofa with more tea, toast and hot water bottle.
At least I have the day off to recover :)
* - just heard that my cheque for the car tax bounced and can they have payment NOW please. Dammit. So I had to use the money I'd earmarked for the MoT and living expenses this month. Eh. I can eat next month :P **
** Seriously, it's ok, just annoying.
Wake up to alarm at 7.15, resist urge to burrow back under duvet.
Peer out of window to assess weather. There's snow but not too deep.
Get dressed
FogHorn calls and confirms she's taking daughter to school, will meet me at 8.30am.
Hop in car and slither carefully to garage - snow has eased considerably, it's mostly a very fine rain/sleet.
Drop car at garage, arrange for boss man to ring me.
Trudge home, noting the snow is getting heavier. And heavier. And deary me, it's rather heavy now.
About halfway home, get call from FogHorn - she's changed her mind about venturing out. I agree wholeheartedly and tell her I'm taking the day off as we'd discussed yesterday.
Make it home resembling something like an Abominable Dormouse.
Slurp tea, attempt to thaw out.
Boss chap at garage calls - I ask if they're willing to do the MoT but wait for payment until payday*. He goes to consult with boss.
Garage calls back - nope, no credit can be given. Sigh in disappointment but it was a long shot.
Enjoy remainder of tea.
Clamber back into wet coat and soggy scarf and start the thirty minute trudge back to the garage. The snow has stopped, but it's raining deceptively steadily.
Reclaim car, rebook MoT for payday.
Drive home.
Collapse on sofa with more tea, toast and hot water bottle.
At least I have the day off to recover :)
* - just heard that my cheque for the car tax bounced and can they have payment NOW please. Dammit. So I had to use the money I'd earmarked for the MoT and living expenses this month. Eh. I can eat next month :P **
** Seriously, it's ok, just annoying.