Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

I scurried out of the flat this morning, leapt into my trusty automobile, turned the key and was greeted with the sort of wheezing associated with motheaten bagpipes. Either the battery's died, or the ghosts of a Scottish Pipe Band have taken up residence under the bonnet :P

Cue frantic phone call to FogHorn who, thankfully, hadn't left for work and was willing and able to swing by and pick me up. I totally owe her chocolates. The downside was I was stuck in work until 6.30pm waiting for her to leave. Needing to do work was understandable and obviously I am totally and slobberingly grateful she gave me a lift but starting a 20 minute gab fest with the boss at 6pm strained my goodwill a smidge....

Ah well :) I'm home and there's food a-cooking, I suspect I'll live!

The garage is picking the car up tomorrow morning and taking it away to hopefully make it all better. I'll have to see how long I'll be car-less. Thank gods I can afford to be without it now! If this had happened a couple of months back, I'd have been well and truly screwed.

So oh lovely flist of mine, how was YOUR Monday? :)