Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction, which for me is very strange indeed! Being a budding fiction writer, my head is full of daft stuff but I've never come across this - and it happened to me, no less.
My wife and I had two crappy cars. My wife's failed its MOT (the annual road-worthiness test)and we couldn't afford to fix it, so we got rid of it and manage with just the other. However, that was little better. We ordered a new black Volkswagen Polo for my wife, but that was going to take a few weeks while it was shipped from South Africa where they are assembled. Now, I had a horrible feeling the remaining car wasn't going to last and we ordered another provided it was already in the UK. One was found, but a week before I could pick it up our remaining crappy car decided to die on us on the way back from Alton Towers (a theme park). We had to be towed home at great expense by the RAC (an organisation that repairs cars at the roadside if they can).
So, we had no cars and both of us work...
I got my new car, a blue Volkswagen Polo, and it was great. Until I crashed it a week later! Now, it was fixable and got carted away and replaced by a courtesy car - a Skoda Fabia, which was OK. A slight problem came next. We were going to have to take my son to University and only had one smallish car for his stuff. Two days before the dreaded day, mine was still not fixed, but my wife's new one arrived. So we went down to Nottingham in the brand new car and the substitute. Into the city centre and all the roadworks. but we did it.
This wasn't the end of the story, though. Yes, we got back OK in the dark, but I soon got my car back. And after a week I got a puncture. The car still has the spare tyre on it because the alloys are expensive...
Jack Orchison
26 October, 2014.
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