We have not long arrived home after what should have been a pleasant drive over Dartmoor to watch the sunset and relax.
We were driving home when the car started a-knocking and a-banging and a-violently-vibrating. We pulled into a tiny car park in the middle of the windswept wild moors and called last years christmas present from my parents; a membership of the Automobile Association. Hooray for over protective mothers!
After an hour or so he found us.
One of the wheel nuts had sheared off.
He patched us up.
Patched us up again.
Followed us home.
Car=money. We need a new wheel and new wheel nuts.
Huge apologies for not drawing names from random hats tonight but a shower and a cup of tea are all I can manage.
Tomorrow I promise.