Right! Time to update you on my busy and exciting life. I'm going to have to do it bassackwards and do today before Sunday and Monday.
Today is our 42nd wedding anniversary so we had a nice steady day planed. A bit of a lie in, leasurely breakfast, watch some telly, spot of lunch, more telly, then out for dinner and a show.
Well we had made it to the leasurely breakfast part when Mrs Red decided to tax the car on line.
"OMG!" She screamed, "THE MOT ON THE CAR HAS BEEN OUT SINCE LAST MAY."
"Never!" I said, "I'll sort it out tomorrow".
"TOMORROW? TOMORROW IS NO GOOD, WE WANT TO USE IT TONIGHT".
"But it's been out for 4 months" I reasoned, "One more day won't matter".
Predictably, she was having none of it.
"It's alright for you, it isn't in your name. It's registered to me, it's me that will get points on my licence. I've never had any points on my licence and I'm not starting now. You don't care about your licence, you've had loads of points on yours and now you want to ruin mine, well I'm not doing it.... "
I saw my leasurely day evaporate before my eyes, "OK, OK". I'll try to get to get ot done today".
I rang the MOT garage and explained my predicament. They were fully booked until Friday but the owner is a friend of mine and he said if I were to the bring the car up and wait around he would try to fit me in.
When I got there it was as busy as Hell. "If I were you I'd have a walk around town for an hour Tom, I'll ring you when it's done".
Mid way through my walk around town the heavens opened. Before I could find shelter I was soaked to the skin. I retreated to Greggs and had a bacon roll and a mug of tea. Normally this activity cheers me up no end but I was just too soggy to enjoy it.
The rain stopped so I trudged back to the Garage, it rained again but I was already at terminal wetness.
My car wasn't done.
"Sorry Tom, I'll get to it as soon as I can".
I sat in my car, put the heater on and steamed gently for another hour.
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Eventually he managed to get my car on to the ramp. I took the opportunity to have a look underneath while he went in to the office to log it on to the computer. He came out with a puzzled look on his face.
"Tom, the MOT on this car doesn't run out until next May".
I rang Mrs Red.
"Oops! I must have accidentally looked at last years certificate".
"Why do we even have last years certificate?"
"Because I kept it, just I case".
I wonder if I'll murder her at some point in the next 42 years?
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