What a waste

So having been snowed in 2 days a week for 2 weeks I was getting quite excited about being able to leave my house this weekend and actually do something productive with my time. My car has had other ideas. On Monday it was revving too high so I called the AA in the evening when I got back to the station. After much drama (the AA seemingly no longer prioritise women on their own in vulnerable situations) the patrolman arrived to tell me that the idle air control valve wasn't working. Joy.

I booked my car into my local garage and the earliest they could look at it was Friday (yesterday) so I've been struggling with buses this week. When work is 40 miles away and the last bus from any nearby station is at 18.45pm the situation calls for comfy shoes and intricate planning. To cut a very long story short it is now 12.30pm and my car will not be ready before Tuesday, more likely Wednesday. The mechanic helpfully suggested I hire a car for the duration but car hire companies around here close at midday on Saturday and don't open at all on Sunday. This seems to me to be a somewhat peculiar commercial decision but hey, I'm no expert.

So here I sit. I'm looking at the consequence of a multitude of overdue chores and feeling quite guilty about being lazy, and yet even that's not sufficient to rouse me from my pyjama-and-blanket cocoon on the sofa. I even have biscuits.

Tomorrow. There's always tomorrow. I know, I'll make a list of all the chores I should do.