Oh, the puns. THE PUNS!
So it happened to Dan, and when it happened to Dunkers I remember me saying "I bet I’ll be next". What ‘it’ would be is breaking down and yes, it happened to me now.
I’d been stuck in the past few days, thanks to my persistent nature, working on a super-secret awesome project which isn’t exactly secret anymore, but meh. I needed to get out the house in other words. I found some old pictures that I wanted putting on my wall, so I went out to get some Blu-tack. Little did I know I’d be out for a good four hours getting it.
59p it cost me. I thought "Great", and got some shower gel to take to Canada while I was there. A quick fifteen-minute stop off at Weston Favell Tesco. I arrived laughing at the Innuendo Bingo they play on Scott Mills’ radio show. I get into my car, turn on the radio again, wind the window down and go to start the car and *click* nothing happens.
I try again. Nothing. Annoyed, I sit and think. There’s lights coming on and off on the dashboard. Seems like my airbag isn’t working, but then is, but then isn’t… then my handbrake was apparently off, then on, then off… then I realised my car was possessed. By possessed, I mean faulty.
So I ring up my mum, knowing the resident mechanic would be asleep. I wait around as she says she’ll come pick me up when she gets home from work. I asked John to come and keep me company, seeing as he lives the nearest, which he did. Thanks John. 
We’re just sitting there, eating Starburst, explaining how flicking the windscreen wipers on allowed me to shut the window for some reason, when we see a familiar face pull up beside us. Aaron Griffiths. I mean, of all people to have turn up, he is one of the more random ones. He’d come to Tesco to get a guillotine, which is even more random. But after a bit of conversation, we got word of a party for his 18th we’re invited to. Awesome. Thanks Aaron. 
I get home leaving the car in the car park and remember some vital piece of information – I’m registered with the RAC. I’m not quite sure how long how long I was registered for, so my mum asks my stepdad who took it out, and I was covered still. So I ring them up, and after confirming that I wasn’t actually parked in Weston Favell Primary School, we head off back to the car, where a nice guy called Matt comes and diagnose the problem.
Turns out the battery’s knackered. Something to do with a plate collapsing… or something. So I had to drive my car home with this battery hanging out the window, which if I stalled wouldn’t start again. No pressure there, then. But I got home, which is all good. After a couple of satisfaction questions, Matt the RAC guy was on his way. Bye, Matt!
So yeah. I need a new battery now. Not the best of times to need a new battery, seeing as I just spent £60-odd on taxing the thing, and £1500 on a trip to Canada on Sunday. Hmm. Well, better have it working than not.
But I did put the Blu-tack to good use.
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