Friday. 6.50PM. I was standing out in the cold November air, looking somewhat dismayed by the state of my car. The windows were coated in a light frost and a misty haze covered the interior. This was not the strong point of a Yaris. I mentally prepared for the slow process of demisting the windows and knew I had to yet again accept a simple truth. I would be late. Late for my car park rendezvous.
Continue reading‘Twas a Thursday evening in the run up to Christmas, the weather maintained a winter chill, my Christmas shopping was almost complete and I had one more day to work. Before my final day, I would be making a first cinema trip as a married man. My wife and I were going to be feasting our eyes in glorious IMAX upon the recently released Star Wars film. We were going to meet some friends at the cinema who had got the tickets for us. Before the grandiose of the space opera, a feast of food was planned. Continue reading
I had spent the week foolishly believing that each time I unlocked my car, the door would open, and each time I had to walk around and shuffle across the passenger seat. If the battery in the key worked then my parade around the silver machine would be retired. I was making my return visit to last week’s scene, the scene where I parted with a large amount of cash that probably exceeded the value of the silver machine. The door was to be fixed, the rear windscreen wiper to be perked up and the new rear brakes fitted. At least today I knew what awaited me, I knew that there was no more money to be paid. In a non driving music cliché, Born in the USA was my album of choice, couldn’t get more blue-collar than mechanics, although these ones wore black. As classic British weather goes, it was grey, uncertain whether it wanted to rain or just envelop the land in a giant bland blanket. Continue reading
The Diary of a Quiet Life 