A Random Blog About My Week

Having had a look back at my previous blogs recently, I noticed it has been over a year since I actually blogged about something about my boring life, besides all the driving lesson blogs, which I regret putting here, and I should have created a new blog site for them really, but what's done is done. The subject of this blog will be my past week. The highs and lows of the week more specifically.

Overall, last week was one of the better weeks I have had for some time. It included much more socialising than normal, it included much more spending of money than normal, it included good news more than normal and it included a bit more palaver than normal.

One of the main events of the week was the death of my car, which I had taken great care in naming 'Michelle'. Essentially, my car is an Orange (However, I think of it more as Terracotta) Nissan Micra. My thought process for naming it was that 'Mike' was similar to 'Micra', but due to it being the colour of fake tan, decided the car was female, and so 'Mike' became 'Michelle'. Anyway, Tuesday, Michelle died on a rough housing estate. Despite numerous attempts to get her going, nothing worked and we concluded the problem to be fuel related, seeing as no fuel was actually entering the engine, which I understand to be a fundamental element to move the car. It was time to call the recovery service.

I belong to Green Flag, not out of choice, just because it came free with my car insurance. Remember, other recovery services are available. Anywho, whilst I was sitting by the side of road, being on hold, their music of choice was 'Aretha Franklin - Rescue Me'. Certainly proves that there are a few people left who have a sense of humour. It certainly made me laugh during an otherwise sad event. When I eventually got through, you have to give them so many details to prove who you actually are, that you begin to forget while you phoned up in the first place. Anyway, half hour later, my saviour in the big truck with flashing lights arrived, and concluded the problem to be the lack of fuel entering the engine, which I understand to be a fundamental element to move the car...

The man in the big truck with flashing lights couldn't fix the problem, thus it was time to for the big truck to pull Michelle to a place where she could be saved - my local garage. This meant I got to go home in a big truck with flashing lights. The man was great though, and very talkative and just generally lovely. When Michelle was in a safe place, and it was time for the man in the big truck with flashing lights to go off and save someone else, I gave him a tip of a few pounds. Nothing makes me feel more pompous than giving someone money for doing their job, but I felt in a kind mood.

Michelle ready to be towed away

So, Wednesday came and the dreaded words 'We'll try to look at it today' were uttered from the lips of the Mechanic, who was strangely very dirty for 8am. Essentially, if a Mechanic ever says those words to you, you can almost guarantee that they won't even touch the car that same day. This meant Wednesday, I was house bound with no Michelle. How I missed her.

Thursday came, and still no car and no news. Thursday was also the day most 18 year olds dreaded - results day. I had planned to spend results day driving around, but instead had to resort to asking my Dad for lifts and lots of walking - I had blisters on my feet thanks to Michelle selfishly dying. Anywho, despite the walk to school to get the results being in the rain, it was a generally great day, aided by the fact I was actually happy with my results. In my head, I had already predicted that I would get a C in English, which is exactly what I got. I feared I would get a lower mark, but felt I deserved a higher grade, but was more than happy with my average C grade.

This is how the news regularly represents exam results. I have never seen this actually happen...

In amongst the happiness though, I was still angry, bitter and depressed. Those of you who are followers of my blogs, my Twitter or my life, will be more than aware that I got Chicken Pox this year - during exam season. This meant I missed an important exam, and of course couldn't receive my Photography results this year (or ICT, but I postponed them out of choice, in that I may as well make use of having an extra year at school). Collecting my one result was a lovely reminder of the fact I had another year of school to look forward to. I don't think I will ever forget the time when I got Chicken Pox.

My happiness was aided a little bit more with the news that the garage had actually begun to look at the car and believed the problem to be a wiring fault; nothing too expensive. Oh, and Ice Cream and company helped in making me even happier. Essentially, by the end of Thursday, I was a lot happier than I expected myself to be.

Friday came and I was still happy, but without Michelle and heard no more news. By about Mid-afternoon, I got fed up and phoned up the garage. The news I received made me smile. Michelle was alive and ready to return home! The fault ended up not being the fuel pump or wiring as people predicted, but instead the 'Engine Control Relay'; a little blue plug which acts as a switch in the circuit. A hard thing to diagnose I was told. I was made even happier by the price. Sure, it was still a lot, but less than anyone had predicted. The Mechanic enjoyed the challenging of diagnosing Michelle so much, that he only charged a small price for labour. Pompous Stuart came out again and gave the lovely man a tip (as well as paying the bill obviously), in return for my keys.

The little blue b*****d that tried to kill Michelle

Happy I was. After being without my car for three days, I took Michelle for a little spin around the local roads and then returned home to clean her - with a vacuum cleaner and polish, something I haven't done since the day I passed my driving test, which was over 5 months ago now. By Friday evening, I was very happy. The thing is I've not even touched Michelle since she came back. Why is it you want something really bad when you cannot have it, but as soon as you can have it, don't want it?

Other things have happened in between and since then. My week hasn't just consisted of my car breaking down and getting my one A-level result, which would be boring. Not much else has happened granted, but that is not the point. Other things in my week have made my mood change from happiness to depressed in moments, and vice-versa, but I don't want to talk about that.

So, that was last week. What does this week have install for me? Well, it may include a little bit of pubbing and definitely horse riding - not on the same day though, that is just plain stupid and dangerous.