How to tell when one is not a habitual car user
Jun.30, 2008, filed under Miscellany
My car has been away in Fife for a week having its suspension replaced. I’ve been borrowing my Dad’s car, because I’m contractually obliged to provide a vehicle for work (chiz chiz). Phone call last night: car’s ready. Yay! I’ve missed Claude. I need to go across to Fife to fetch him, on Tuesday after work.
I was thinking that I could take the train across to Kirkcaldy and ride Shackleton the 11 miles to my parents’ house, then drive home with Shack in the back.
Then one of my invisible friends observed that I need to give my Dad his car back.
Um. Yeah. I’d sort of forgotten that in the whole “But it’s only 11 miles from the station” part of the equation.