Categories: glasgow
Date: 22 January 2006 15:29:10
This afternoon after church I had decided that I would go for a drive. I needed to work out a route to the airport, as next weekend I am flying somewhere exciting (I'll let you know where when I come back. But am very excited :) ). Armed with A-Z and directions to IKEA (which rather handily is on the way between me and the airport) from my curate I got into the car and ... it wouldn't start. Undeterred (it never starts, and as I'd not driven it for a couple of weeks and it's been really cold this was really no surprise) I carried on trying to coax it to start, but after a while I started to worry, as it was making sounds that were not like it's usual "I don't want to, I want to carry on sleeping" noises (it's a lot like its owner in this respect, I make those noises every morning). So I called the AA, planning on joining up and getting them to get me started, and they were just taking my details when the phone cut off. Once I called them back I got put on hold, and while I was waiting I didn't think it would do any harm to try again, and it started first time. Whoops. I will join the AA, but at least I didn't have to today.
Got to the airport reasonably unscathed, apart from the fact that there is a real problem with my driver's door which really didn't want to shut properly even when I pulled over and slammed it (several times before it worked). I suspect the double-sided sticky tape and washing up liquid bottles may be needed to sort that out (the inside light is already held in place with blu-tack - my car's so great!). Coming back was a bit more of an adventure, although as this was the first time I'd driven this particular bit of the M8 it could have gone pear-shaped very easily. Fortunately I'd driven enough of other stretches of the M8 to be completely unsurprised that the junction following J24 was J21, but I was so pleased with myself at getting that right that once I came off at J21 I then got distracted and went the wrong way. I'm very proud of myself though that I managed to find my way back with minimal detouring and without resorting to the A-Z. Now all I need to do is work out how to get to next month's culture before C comes to stay and I'll be feeling like a right local.