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Sunday 22nd March -Love is in the air - but the taxi won't get me there!

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Posted by: knightrider45 Sunday 23rd March 2008, 11:27am
Last edited 23/03/2008 11:27am by knightrider45

Pitch black darkness, approaching Great Massingham. Final T Junction before turning right into Massingham. The car had died at 30mph and we were sliding broadside towards the junction, without lights.

I'm pleased to report that the romance between my daughter, the Teenage One and First Proper Boyfriend (FPB) is still going strong and I am happy, for the most part anyway, to help Cupid on his cause by playing Taxi for my daughter, taking her to FPB's house.

Then picking her up again after a few hours.

And that's what I was doing last night when the Volvo's SRS warning light flashed on on the dashboard for a few seconds, before going off again again. I collected the Teenage One and we were making our way back home last night in the snow when the car started dying.

Gradually, over a period of ten minutes, the lights started getting dimmer and dimmer until, finally, it died on us.

At 30 mph in a dark country lane, approaching a T junction because I had to brake sharply to slow down for the junction which was covered in snow, and without lights I couldn't see the road signs.

We ended up sliding broadside down the lane towards the junction in the snow as the car finally, totally died. Thank God there was no one else around at the time. I did manage to stop the car though before we overshot the junction - thank you advance driver training!

Although I did manage to stop the car in time, it was just in time, because we'd stopped bang on the junction, straight, facing the proper way, by "snookering" the car along the verge.

Thank God!

We stayed at the junction in the rapidly freezing car for almost two hours, before we were rescued by an excellent mechanic working for Tears on behalf of the RAC. Cars kept coming past us, and every time they did I had to put the hazard lights on so they wouldn't smack into us.

Thank you RAC, and thank you Mr Tears Mechanic, sorry I didn't ask your name, you were both wonderful.

We got back home at about quarter to one this morning, frozen to the bone. The car is sitting in disgrace outside the house.

But at least we got back home. And the Teenage One has learned a valuable lesson. I have told her loads of times that I don't want her staying out too late, especially when her mum's picking her up. Because cars break down - and it's not nice, especially for a woman on her own (sorry for the sexism, ladies) stuck in a broken down car in the middle of nowhere in darkness.

Now she knows why.

And if you were one of the cars that drove past me and the daughter last night in a green Volvo at the Rougham Road junction - thanks for keeping your distance. There was a pretty scared 15 year old little girl in the car with me.

And there endeth my Easter story for this year.

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