...to not do something that you think doing will help but you know jolly well that it won't!I
I charged up my car battery until it was squealing...Enough! Stop!.....then set off to my garage about five miles away.
I chose a route that wouldn't be a disaster if the car died again......but I just couldn't stop driving faster than usual to get there before it did.....all the while telling myself......It'll make no difference, numpty....
But I got to the garage safely......and Gabriel is being tended to now......☺
Yep......just the same, Ubasses....one of my earliest memories is of my Dad reading to me....the Gambols....was it....cartoon in a newspaper.....she was explaining to a policeman why she was speeding.....to get to the garage before the petrol ran out.....I recall thinking...what's wrong with that....x
Dave...it was kind of you to offer to follow me this morning.... at a safe distance.....☺...Thank you.....you'll have taken the Valium and had a lie down by now....feeling better?...x
Noooo...Minty....I give Gabriel a little pat each morning and talk to him....he's been the most comfortable and reliable car I've ever had and we love each other dearly.....♥
I actually went straight from my escort duties (ooh matron) to my friendly dentist for another session of root canal treatment - it was quite relaxing by comparison :)