Obviously. OBVIOUSLY.

I recently volunteered to be a leader in our local Beaver group.

I know. I know. 

Anyway, my first official meeting was Tuesday evening.

Obviously (because this is my life, after all, which is one long blog post in the making) I had to be in London on Tuesday, so there was lots of complicated making of arrangements so I could be home in time to collect Flea from her school late room, race home for a quick supper, then head to our Beaver meeting.

Obviously, my train back from London was delayed, so I arrived into the station with 10 minutes to drive the 9 miles to school, rather than the planned 30 minutes.

Obviously, I got to the third floor of the train station multi-storey car-park to find my car wouldn’t start.

Obviously, I tried to phone the school to let them know I was stuck only to find the loan phone I’ve been using since the burglary was out of credit, and I couldn’t get through.

Obviously, by the time I’d topped up the phone, it was past closing time at the late club, meaning I had to phone my brother, in a panic, to ask him to go and collect Flea.

Obviously,  my local garage said I was too far away for them to collect me.

Obviously, the alternative garage charges double after 5pm.

Obviously, it turned out the recovery truck was too tall to drive into the multi-storey, leading to much tooth-sucking and, “Well, we’ll have to roll it out, love.” 


The car was retrieved, jump-started and I drove home, before dropping the car at the garage. One new battery later, I went to collect the car and jumped in, feeling relieved that the drama was finally over. I drove 20 metres to the local supermarket.

And couldn’t get out of the car.

The door? Jammed.


So I had to clamber out across the passenger side, where I promptly fell out of my car into a puddle left by an unexpected rainstorm just a few minutes earlier.

And now the car is back at the garage, where a man is taking it into lots of tiny pieces and saying things like, “Well, I can’t see anything obvious,” which everyone knows is just code for, “This is going to be SO expensive.”



Sally is a full-time blogger and founder of the Tots100, Trips100, Foodies100 and HIBS100 communities, along with the MAD Blog Awards. She spends a bit too much time on the Internet. She’s also a very happy Mum to Flea, the world’s coolest ten year old.

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    • 20th September 2012 / 8:49 pm

      Obviously. Thing is it balances out – lots of good stuff happens too. Not much dignified stuff, but lots of good stuff 🙂

  1. Nikki
    20th September 2012 / 11:32 am

    Ah, but did you make the beaver meeting?

    • 20th September 2012 / 8:49 pm

      No *shame face*

    • 20th September 2012 / 8:49 pm

      Tell me about it.

  2. Tattieweasle
    20th September 2012 / 11:39 am

    Slightly panic ridden reading your post as I am doing something similar today – I really don’t want the outcome to be so obvious! Already had to blag a lift to the station, found ticket office shut…

    • 20th September 2012 / 8:50 pm

      Still, on the upside I feel less alone.

    • 20th September 2012 / 8:49 pm

      No, I was ill-prepared and missed the meeting. I’m a failure.

  3. 20th September 2012 / 6:30 pm

    I was so amazed by the Beavers comment I could hardly read the rest 😉 But these things are sent to try us and hopefully you are due some mundane, nothing happens weeks as a bonus for such a rubbish day!
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    • 20th September 2012 / 8:50 pm

      What? Evil Overlords can guide the moral education of our young people. Oh, hang on…

  4. I heart motherhood
    20th September 2012 / 7:51 pm

    Crumbs that’s one sh1tter of an afternoon! Take it Beavers was out of the question after all that!!

    • 20th September 2012 / 8:50 pm

      It was. We got home 5 minutes before the end of Beavers.

  5. Mummysknee
    20th September 2012 / 9:14 pm

    Why does everything go wrong at once? I’m sure as women, it’s just to test our multi tasking & flexibility. So frustrating. Hope you have calmed down & nothing else happens for ages!