breakdown

H just came over and asked how it all went. I told her about Sunday. About spending all Saturday lugging stuff around and thinking we would have a nice morning at Brent Cross spending our John Lewis money and getting Father's Day presents. And how the car broke down and had to be pushed into the Brent Car park. How we found out the place didn't even open for another 2 hours. How I don't actually have breakdown cover. How the car keys got locked in the car. How I rung dad and said 'Happy Fathers Day.... *sob*' How the car broke down again on the North Circ on the way home. How it started then broke down again. How Sophie and Matt got out and walked off saying 'disassociate' as I managed to bunny hop it down to the Volkswagon forecourt. But that we had a lovely dinner and then spent Monday sorting it all out and, aside from pictures being on the wall, it is all done.

It is so lucky we have good senses of humour. And a Dad with a tow rope.