Thankyou Bunting & A Dead Battery
Well thought I’d post this little card which was created after I found the pennant stamp set at the back of the cupboard. It’d managed to remain unsold by hiding so I thought I’d ink it up- would’ve been rude to ignore it really!! I’m still using the Simple Stories papers- anything still left on my desk gets used!
I have recovered from the Geocaching experience. ‘Experience’ is definitely the right word. You would not want us for a crack reconnaissance team. We’re not that good. It took quite a while to discover the box when we finally realised where the correct spot was. It was amongst nettles and mud and all sorts. I was helpfully wearing white shoes ( duh!-what was I thinking!!) and a skirt. The nettles loved me- I now have delicate patterns on my legs where they left a stingy kiss and would you like to see the ‘treasure’ left by the last people?
It was a Barbie candle. Do they look suitably impressed? Nope. However one of my eldest girls helpfully claimed it for her Birthday cake as its her Birthday on Sunday. So all was not lost. We signed the slip inside-
and all that remains now is to log our participation on the site Geocaching and look for the next one. It was fun. It was different. It was painful. However, it was free but ended slightly dramatically.
Here goes–I dragged the kids back from the playground. We got into the car and it made a ‘whirr, click click click noise’. Not the usual ‘hurrimmmphhhroar’. A message popped up on the dash. ‘HDC fault, system not available’. I always think its nice that my car communicates with me- I just wish I understood it. Realising the battery was dead and it wasn’t really in a place I felt happy leaving it, I rang Steve and he said- try and get it jump started. Found the leads and an equally nice man.
He’d not really jump started a car in a while he said. He wasn’t really close enough to my car. I helpfully suggested that I could bring my car round closer to his so the jump leads could reach. He helpfully explained to me that my car couldn’t move as the battery was dead. Duh again.
Eventually after he’d stabbed his hand trying to remove his key from the bonnet and muttered more than a few words, he kindly rescued this damsel in distress.
Sometimes you kinda wish you’d stayed at home! I’m home now. Not sure my car is starting again in a hurry thought!
See you when I’ve thought more seriously about appropriate outfits to leave the house with! xx