Friday!

Friday morning's, I'm coming to dread them.  We've done A & E, bathroom lock-in and now this.  All on a Friday.  

I had to drop the husband at work this morning, and last minute, I came up with a plan to take the boys out and on the way home, have lunch with the husband.  Winning at this mothering / wife lark.  Packed a flask of coffee, hats, gloves, scarves, wellies for the boys, and only left home a little bit late.  

We realised that the husband had left something at home, so a quick change of plan and I'd head home to get it, then come back in for lunch.  I just needed to get fuel before heading home.  This is where it all went wrong.  The car didn't feel quite right as I drove home, and the sinking feeling began.  Then I looked at the fuel receipt.  Unleaded.  Unleaded!  This would be fine, except it's a diesel car. 

So I called the husband - clearly, the only thing to do when anything goes wrong.  Stop, immediately, came the advice.  Which I sort of did, when I found somewhere I could stop.  

We spent an hour and a half waiting for Mr AA, which in the middle of no-where was a little dull.  We messed around in a field for a while, and I felt like super-mum with my flask of coffee, hats, gloves - and snacks, thank goodness for them.  

The day was made better when the AA man assured me that more men than women put the wrong fuel in the tank - and apparently 400 people do it each day.  Actually, it didn't really make me feel better, the morning was ruined, I'd had to entertain the boys in the boot of the car and neighboring field and I was down about £250 for the pleasure of it.