My other car...

I'm so impressed with the local heddlu (police). They have inspected the damage on my car twice, visited me at home to take a statement, asked me to show them where I had left the car, knocked on the doors of the houses in the area and finally discovered who had reversed into it with the result that the said person has been in contact, apologised and agreed to pay for the damage. How's that for service?
Meanwhile I am having to make do with a 2.5 litre Ford Probe sports job to get to school while my faithful Peugeot 106 is off the road. Still, at least it's wheels...

One of those days

Set off for work at the usual time, got round the corner at the end of the road and, hey presto, the exhaust was suddenly dragging along the ground behind me. So I parked sensibly, rnge Keith and waited for him to come and rescue me on his great white charger (blue Range Rover) and drive me to school, which he duly did.
By mid morning, my car had a large dent in the driver's door, caused by someone in the house opposite reversing into it at a rate of knots, also in a hurry to get to work.
Some days, you wonder why you bother....:(

Isn't that strange?

Looking at Ellee's blog this evening, I found a post about another Ellee she had discovered when she googled her own name, so I decided to have a go myself. My surname is not very common but I did find an alter ego - a Year 2 teacher, but in Australia. How weird is that!

Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...