| Jan. 6th, 2010 @ 05:17 pm comedy of errors |
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Current Mood:  cranky
oh ffs what a stupid day.
It snowed. If you live in England, you'll know that. It didn't look much at my house, definitely less than the previous lot so I decided to venture out to the yard. First fail. Barely got off the farm as my car decided that it couldn't possibly get onto the road from our track. There's an uppydowny lippy bit to get on the road which was difficult apparently.
Second fail, where did all that snow come from? As soon as I left my place it got worse and worse. Still, managed to drive slowly and stick to reasonably well used routes.
Third fail, why was my car swithering all over the place having been fine seconds earlier. Got caught behind some people pushing a car out of the way. No problem, they moved it and we all got under way. Only I still had my handbrake on... Can hardly believe that I'm admitting that in public. Stopped, caught breath, realised mistake and carried on my way.
Got to Tesco OK and parked up in a corner, with a vague concern that I might not be able to get out again later.
Walked into the yard. Horse is grumpy and escapes from his stable, creating havoc on our little yard, rolling in the snow and generally being a nuisance. Love him. Finish jobs, make up enough haynets and feeds to keep him going for a few days, arrange for someone to look after him for the foreseeable because it's still bloody snowing. Worry because he is skulking at the back of his stable not eating. We got a new batch of hay yesterday. Please gods he's just in a grump and not refusing to eat hay that I had to beg to be delivered before it snowed.
Walk back to Tesco. Car is fine going backwards, try to go forwards and nope can't do it says car, and now I can't go backwards either. Walk over to the shop where I find nice men with shovels. They very kindly clear me a path to reverse into and I drive away. Hurrah!
Roads are clearer now that more cars have driven over so I trundle along relatively slowly as I'm not sure how good my brakes are going to be. Fuckwit behind me decides that I am going far too slowly and decides to overtake and goes through the mountain of slush in the middle of the road, most of which ends up on my windscreen. You know that sensation in 3D movies when things come out of the screen at you? That.
Continue trundling home the long way. Finally arrive home, turn into our track at about 1pm. Track has a slight slope to it and the car says again, nope can't do it. By now I've lost count of the number of fails. Walk up track to find neighbours who have tractor. Lovely lovely Chris from next door rushes to my rescue with his little tractor. He just makes it to the car when the tractor dies. Completely. Not even trying to turn over. Cue swearing from both of us. Bless him, he tinkered and bashed it but still nothing. Decides to go get a 'truck'. I wait by the car when his wife comes down and says they'll have to stay there as they've just had a screaming row over the 'truck'. I think he wanted to use the horse lorry...
Anyway, walked back up to the house. Meet Chris coming the other way. There's someone coming to help. Hurrah! Posh range rover turns up and tows the tractor back to the farm. Range rover man comes back and says Chris is on his way. They must have got the tractor working.
Chug chug chug, over the horizon comes Chris and the tractor.
We then have to manoeuvre car and tractor so that he can get past me onto the road to turn the tractor round and pull me up to the farm. So I'm stood in the middle of the road directing traffic while he tries to get the tractor over the lip of the track onto the road. Third time lucky.
Then he asks have I got a tow loop. I have no clue. So with clear instructions as to what I was looking for I'm rummaging in the boot. Phew, there it is! Tie car to tractor and am towed up the track to the farm. I got in the house at half past three!
So my poor horse is abandoned, my car is parked somewhat haphazardly, work will have to adjust and I am staying put for the foreseeable! |
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