However the garage say everything is fine. Yes, the exhaust is a bit cracked and a bit noisy but it would be false economy to have it fixed now. The chap says it would be much better to wait until the whole thing gives up the ghost.
‘Like half way up the M6 on Thursday?’ I ask.
He does one of those shrugs that mechanics are quite good at. He says he doesn’t want to take my money off me unnecessarily. Really? He’s in the wrong job.
‘But...’ he says. Ah, there is always a but. ‘You could do with two new tyres’.
So the car is all sorted but I was nearly looking for another co-pilot for the trip.
Due to her recently acquired criminal record, Hastings Direct have decided that they will not insure L any more. Why they couldn’t have told me this last week, when I first raised the issue with them, I have no idea.
Anyhow I quickly did an on-line search for a new insurer and it produced a list of 70 who were willing to take our custom. So we have now jumped ship to Swinton and the entire premium with them is less than it was at Hastings. So, result. Hastings must lose a lot of customers this way.
L says she feels bad for causing so much hassle. Hassle? She means excitement. I’ve never lived with a criminal before.
(Monday 14th August)