The husband and I packed up the car and headed off to Martinborough on Friday night for a long weekend (Wellington Anniversary). Saturday was to be our annual contribution to the Pinot Noir industry - waiting tables at the Meandering Vineyard lunch at Te Hera Estate.
However, the car decided that it no longer wished to carry us any further just north of Te Marua, and as we sat at the side of the road waiting for a tow truck with a sense of deja vu, I was not best pleased. Let us leave it at that.
It's times like this one appreciates one's friends so much. Eileen picked us up from the workshop whence the car was towed, and the next morning she called and offered their car for a few days while they were away! Wow. So, 20 hours later than our first effort, we were off again. Sadly we were unable to get there in time to help with the lunch, but next year, we'll be there again!
This is what our car would look like - if it were clean. Which it is not.
This is what Eileen's car looks like, as it is quite clean compared to ours! And at 200cc more power, it was just a joy over the hills.
ANYWAY, the whole thing rather took the edge off our holiday, but we made the most of it.
Tomorrow I need to call the workshop to join the dots on why our car is in their park, and hopefully they will find out it is something minor that just happens to make a big show of it.
But the thing with cars is; they have ONE JOB. A to B, etc. Ours I think aspires to be a piece of garden furniture, or possibly a water feature in the harbour. Tempting thought.
No big news about what we did - read, wine, eat, read, socialise, wine, read, eat. And I had a massage. Normal life resumes tomorrow!