Instead of driving to Watford, I am stuck at home trying to sort out car problems. After two hours on the telephone to insurers and the AA and garages, the car is delivered into the tender care of mechanics and I get some work done catching up on nearly a week’s e-mails.
At 5:30 pm I received a call from a mechanic who told me that my beautiful Wagon-R is “beyond economic repair”. His brief explanation involved something about an engine block and a drive shaft. There is some small glimmer of hope, but basically it seems as if I will be looking for a new car. Again. Since starting this blog eighteen months ago, I have killed three cars including two in the last month. Is it me?