Fun and games

Ed and I played golf this morning. This is the third time I’ve played, which means I can now put three cards in to get a new (and very high!) handicap. I enjoyed it, but still get tired towards the end of the round and start playing rubbish. Still, I suppose it’ll get better in time.

Then we drove straight to Tesco, piled the shopping in the boot, climbed into the car and switched on. Nothing. Nada. Not so much as a cough, splutter or feeble clearing of the mechanical throat.

Naturally neither of us had a mobile with us, so we hefted back into Tesco to the Customer Services desk and asked to use their phone. They were extremely helpful and Ed rang the RAC.

“An hour and a half,” they said. “A mechanic should be with you in an hour and a half. Do you have a phone number we can ring?”

Er, no.

I moved swiftly and neatly into keeping-Ed-calm mode and dragged him into Tesco’s cafe where we had a drink and a sandwich. That took us five minutes. Then he was itching to get back out and try the car again (with exactly the same result, I might add.)

Fortunately the RAC man got to us in half an hour, and even more fortunately, found us in Tesco’s car park.

“Like looking for a needle in a haystack,” he muttered.

Apparently it was the battery. I protested.

“It was fine when we left home and when we drove here. How can it be the battery?”

He gave me a pitying look and said batteries do that. Just stop right there, when they feel their number is up. This one’s number was up and it went to join the Happy Batteries in the Sky. The RAC man very kindly put a new battery in for us and we were away.

So something of a long haul from when we left home this morning, but at least we’re back home now and all is well.