Got back to the house, parked, turned the ignition off. Then decided to move the car so Nick could get out without bugging me.
Lo and behold the car started fine with not a single complaint or silly noise from the engine.
It was fine all the way to dropping Gemima at my sister’s and fine all the way to work from there too.
On a super-crap note however, I did call the garage and they suggested that there might be a little damage from when the car got really low on oil months ago (although the sceptic in me thinks its taken a bloody long time to manifest itself into a noise!).
They think that the warranty won’t cover it either because it’s a maintenance issue not a fault. On that particular note I might add that the car was given a full service when I bought it in December so I would not have expected the oil to have run dry in May with no sign of an oil leak.
Anyhow – the extremely shite news is that it could cost in the region of £600 to fix!
I don’t have £600 to spare. I don't have £600 full stop!
Plus I am supposed to be going to Swanage in a month. Might be hard with no money / car.
Now I’m SO stressed that I actually feel sick and I have no idea what to do.
Can’t wait for this year / divorce / house sale to be over.
Wouldn't it be nice to curl up in a ball and let someone else deal with all this for me! I'd bitch about crap karma but then I think about my relationship with Keith and realise that actually there is a balance and I do have something to smile about after all.
No comments:
Post a Comment