My car is filthy, so dirty in fact that my daughter feels compelled to write 'Wash me' in the dirt. she also writes 'My Mum is cool', I like that one. However when she started drawing stick figures and animals all over it I had to draw the line, well wash it.
No, don't get me wrong here, I personally didn't wash it. Don't do that cold water, wet hands, shivering stuff, SO not me. I took my beloved auto to the car wash machine at the local garage. Now it has taken me two tries to get it was washed.Last week I drove in there, paid my dues, got my ticket and pressed the appropriate buttons on the drive through machine. How exciting, water gushed out from every direction. I turned to my co-pilot with a smile, 'No more drawing on the car dear'. Silence, the water stopped, we waited, nothing happened. The machine was well and truly off. I back my semi washed car out of the car wash. Run over to garage kiosk. 'Oh sometimes it doesn't work' says the worthy attendant. 'Here's a refund'. Oh well a half clean (okay only the bonnet and windscreen) car is better than nothing, better luck next time.
Yesterday I decided that it Had To Be Done. You now couldn't open the door without getting all dirty. Something had to give. Yes, another trip to the car wash.This time we go for the executive wash, the big spender that I am! Anyway all is fine, we drive into the machine's jaws, switch off the engine and await the bath.
Fantastic, water jets out at us from everywhere, there is soap too. It is all so exciting, I point this out to co-pilot, she looks a tad bored by it all. My excitement was short lived, you guessed it, the machine stopped. Now this time the car is right in the middle of brushdom, there is no escape. Idgy thinks this is exciting and emerges from cocoon of boredom. I start to panic.
Desperately toot the horn to let the guy in the kiosk know what is happening. He doesn't notice, the Sun is obviously very exciting today. Eventually a lady filling her car hears the noise and rushes over. She gets Kiosk Man to pay attention. He comes to the rescue with a key. Spider Man may have his web, Super Man is flight, Kiosk Man has his key. With his trusty key he unlocks the brain of the machine and performs some miracle surgery (presses a button), cogs whirr, water gushes, foam froths and we are heading for cleandom.
We are clean, we are sparkling, we are gleaming. Co-pilot has enjoyed the drama and has something to chat about at school. I have sprouted another grey hair with the stress of it all.
So I have a lovely clean car to load today. I did all my finishing off yesterday, the diningroom is packed with boxes and bags, and also the livingroom curtains. Now all of it has to squeeze into the nice shiny clean car. See Karon jump up and down and get all stressy, count the seconds before the cursing starts. Will there be panic, you betcha, why change the habits of a lifetime……
Thanks everyone for your great messages of support and good luck wishes for this latest venture. Will be taking laptop and might get wifi access to keep you updated. If not will tell all on return on Monday.Karon x