What is it about Sundays? Something always goes wrong on a Sunday, leaving the weekend on a sour note.

Last night I was taking my daughter home. It’s a 3 hour round trip and because my wife, who decided to come along, was feeling tired she decided to sit in the back and kip whilst my daughter sat in the front with me.

All was fine until we were about 15 minutes from her house and then my car lights went off. Then back on again. Then off. This happened a few times over the next few minutes until they went off totally and refused to come back on.

Thankfully the remainder of the journey was well-lit so I continued on side-lights to the house. I checked the fuses but they were all fine so I ended up calling out the AA. As it was going to be a while until they arrived, my daughter got out Frustration¹ and so started a game between my wife, my ex-wife and daughter. I’m sure, on Mothers day, my daughter was delighted but it was very surreal.

The AA man came and, at first, seemed perplexed – there wasn’t even any power to the fuses for the lights. However, after looking up my cars details on his laptop he went straight to the problem and the lights came back on. It would appear the relays had come out. They are situated under the glove box. On the passenger side. Where short, swingy feet can dislodge them. I couldn’t be angry with her, particularly as I was just glad the car was fixed but also because there was no real proof it was her.

Never-the-less, a long, weird evening and more proof that Sundays are best avoided!

1. yes, with the pop-o-matic [↩]

Again, not exhaustive, but my current pet peevs. Naturally, I don’t do any of these.

1. Drivers who leave their rear fog lights on. Or have them on when there’s a bit of mist about.
2. Those who drive about with their front fog lights on all the time along with their main headlights in some kind of macho “look how many lights I have” way.
3. People who drive with their window down. On the motorway.
4. Anyone who doesn’t understand the Highway Code when it comes to joining a main carriageway from a slip road. NO, you don’t have right of way – everyone else does NOT get out of your way.
5. Anyone who doesn’t understand the Highway Code when it comes to how people are supposed to join a main carriageway from a slip road. NO, you don’t have to get out of their way, pulling your slow 50 mph hunk of Fiat/Rover/Proton out of the left lane into the way of speedier traffic.
6. If there is a queue on a dual carriageway people have a right to use the right hand lane. Don’t sit in the right hand lane to intentionally block people. Then YOU’RE the only person making an illegal move.
7. Not indicating appropriately at roundabouts.
8. Not indicating appropriately.
9. Not indicating.
10. Back to point 6, but people who decide they are going to force the rule of the road¹ by blocking, slowing down, etc. I find it happen a lot on dual carriageways or when entering roadworks.

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For a while now I’ve not been happy with the sound my car was making. Not from the engine but what appeared to be the suspension. It was quite subtle, but I’m sure it didn’t sound quite right – the thud as I went over pot-holes and speed humps was louder that it should have been.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I took my wife’s car to the garage because I thought the exhaust was blowing. It wasn’t and I felt I’d just wasted the garage’s time. So I put my car’s suspension problems to the back of my mind.

This morning, on the way to work, the suspension broke. Not in a catastrophic, can’t drive it, way, but certainly in a “oh my god what is THAT noise” way. Bugger.

It’s already been to the garage and been repaired. At quite a cost. If I’d taken it in sooner it would have been a cheaper job.

Moral of this story – swallow your pride and take it in, even if you think you may be wasting the mechanics time.