It’s Monday, isn’t that enough to go wrong? Funny that ‘Monday morning feeling’, when everyone feels slightly down, the beginning of a new working week after the relative freedom of the weekend. That said, I can’t say that my week ever has an end or a beginning. When you have guests arriving on any day of the week, getting up early (06:30 more often than not), can hit on a Sunday, so Monday has no real meaning at all. However Monday, my husband Stuart does have to resume his long commute to work – all the way from the bedroom to the sitting room where his desk is, with its fabulous view of the Cuillin – which means that come 09:00 I lose my kitchen porter/guest liaison/tourist information officer and I have to finish the breakfast session on my own – Oh the pressure! So on reflection I suppose I do get that Monday morning feeling – that vague awareness that he’s disappeared and any 09:00 breakfasts (lucky so and so’s got a lie in) plus all the associated washing up, ‘where are you planning to go today?’ ‘Would you like to borrow a map?’, is now down to me.
At the core of this subject matter however, is my car – my pride and joy. My car is sick, she has lost her oomph! It’s like driving a giant truck with no pull. So after a quick chat with the lovely guys at ETV Commercials at Crossal, my Audi A3 2L TDI Sport is now on sick leave until they diagnose her problem. Now another conundrum raises its head, why are all cars addressed as SHE? Because they are unpredictable? Temperamental? Sassy? I suppose, all of the above and then some I would think! Back in the day, I remember owning cars that refused to start when it was overly damp or too cold, I had to pull the choke out and gently coax my car to life before I could drive anywhere. Then each time I came to a junction, until she was warm, she would stall – unless I could manage to keep the revs up. So here I am car-less – well not exactly car-less, there’s always Stuart’s car, but it’s not mine, it has no class and guess what that Vectra is not female. It is all male, predictably male in every way – and I’ll leave that little comment to your imagination.
Taking the car to ETV does have its pluses though, it means I can walk back with the dogs, which means they have had a walk in the morning and will leave me alone for the best part of the rest of the day and not nag me ragged every time I walk into the sitting room. It’s a nice controlled walk, on the leads to heal. Well Tali our black Lab is a bit like a six year old child, everything on the other side of the road is far more interesting that on our side of the road – and whilst she still walks to heal, she drifts further and further away from my side, always looking longingly at grasses, Highland Cows and sheep as if there aren’t any on the side on which she is walking. So we get a bit of a tug of war as we walk along, stopping occasionally on the grass verge for the odd lorry to rumble past, most giving us a wide berth whilst others just like to see the terror on our faces as they whisk by lifting the dogs ears like wings in the backdraft.
Well Monday morning has gone now, the sun appeared and washing was duly hung on the line. The perfect opportunity to do a bit of digging in the fruit and herb beds, and a little weeding in the fruit cage – the Blueberries are now looking very spick and span and are no doubt shouting hurrah at the wonderful potash they received as a ‘well done’ for not complaining that I had neglected them for so long.
In fact we got about three and a half hours worth of sunshine before the rain clouds barrelled in and started to sprinkle their contents all over the garden again which was plenty of time for me to relocate some Bronze Fennel, split some Primroses and shift a sapling to somewhere where it will be of a lot more use once it has grown.
So here we are at the tail end of the day. Me with a bottle of cider to keep me company, I’ve managed to knock a few items off my “To Do” list, the sun is shining again, dinner is on (liver and onions tonight with bacon and mashed potato) and I’m wondering what all the fuss was about. My bank account is sitting poised and ready for when I find out what is wrong with my Audi – to tell you the truth I am dreading it – but there’s no getting away from it, Audis are costly when they go wrong, I know this!!! I just need to accept the fact and swallow the bitter pill of being skint again. C’est la vie! Tomorrow is another day – Tuesday I believe.