Yes I am On Holiday
Well i thought so. Taking my family down the motorway to Cornwall, (you know the roads), first I find myself in a long queue of cars but then I find we have pulled over because one of the kids now felt travel sick. The lay-by we were in was a drive in drive out type, so i could not see who else was in the lay-by, because if I had, my child may have had to hold on for another few miles. Standing next to her car, was a youngish woman with read hair (well nearly bright red) leaning against the car, ringing someone and pretty much shouting down the phone. It was the shouting that allowed me to overhear the conversation. In short she had broken down, on her way to some new job on a holiday camp site and her ageing Ford Fiesta. Although starved of oil in the engine, water in the water bottle, air in the tyres had let her down.
I now have a dilemma, as a mechanic I can fix her car, as I pretty much knew it was an earthing issue somewhere, or I get on with my well earned family holiday, that my wife has been waiting for, over the last few months. The devil on one side said No”, she should have breakdown cover”, but the angel on the other said, somewhere she has a mother worrying about her now.
So I offered to help and surprisingly my wife agreed and 10 minutes later I had found the bare wire, taped it up and her car started and away she went with a smile on her face. So I was on holiday, but working, I was now 30 minutes later than expected, my child was better thanks to the prolonged stop, but my hand were full of oil and I would need to stop at a service station to clean up properly, as I did not have overalls with me. I just don’t get it though, you can buy breakdown cover for little over 20 quid and the phone calls she was making to get some help, probably cost more than that. I’m glad I can forget about the loony’s for the next fortnight.