The chaos and I
So, I will actually make a record again.
On a special colleague, I will continue my Chaos Days now publish on the internet, so get other people to laugh at something.
Today: The breakdown
Another day in the life of our family chaos-trotting slowly but in quantum leaps on his eagerly awaited end.
Just before it made Lueder Plonk. I just thought that everyone can say yes, and I kept going. Just think no evil cause.
I knew, after all, not that I'm already stuck on my butt. Or rather, somewhere else.
from short-ground pool was unfortunately still on Plonk spat and Ratter to do so. Since then spat and chatter related to purely mathematical Plonk rarely seen in a positive sign I ran out to the floor Teicher turn right, once around the car around - flat tire. Thank God only at the bottom.
car I am very technically a zero double zero the end result was clear: PANIC !!!!!
phone out, called home. It hooted. And hooted. Then it tooted also elsewhere: a coming of backwards driver was not very responsive and sounded his horn because I had not turned on warning lights or warning triangle or set up. Yes because even when ?!?!?! My specialty is COMPUTER!
SchwieMu reported at length after the seventh mobile phone and other car Tuten - believed I no longer have it, I mean, it's there - and I could finally, finally give a small bright spot: Ralf's cousin was right there was my SchwieVa chauffeured back to me (because Ralf yes now had the car !!!). Then came her question: do you have a spare tire? Spare tire? Where is because the? Na in the trunk somewhere! And woooooooo!
Half inner lining ripped out (although it is technically not possible that the tire could be in a twenty centimeters by twenty centimeters door, no matter, I've put up everything that was there, and Jupp heidi, the warning triangle found) then light bulb over my head, certainly below! You sheep !!!!!
Since the stupid mat on the bottom floor is equipped with so stupid was snap-metal bars, of course, first pretty broken fingernail, almost with attached finger to it. But is not seen just as bad, the nail was already too long, saving lengthy manicure ...
And then: the spare tire is actually heal? * Ponders * Sometime in the distant past had my hubby that is worth most times down a broken spare tire in the car (I was later informed: that was the Ford Sierra, which has for many years now reached the clearing at the other end of the path added). And again - PANIC!
foreman called Olli, Ralf has to call back IMMEDIATELY!
far, so good. While my savior made their way I built the darn warning triangle, which was not that easy because Tüddelkram contraption. (I swear that I will not happen again! Now I exercise every three weeks!) Is it just me or does it generally against stupid, if you trot in the middle of a deserted country road with a colorful plastic part around the area? Even when I
in proper distance of 50m (yes, I know it was outside a built-up area, there it is actually 500, but then I would have to run around the curve through the intersection, and would have been umgenietet at my good fortune by a truck), the fun frame hinstellte came the cavalry.
father has screwed off, Andrea has brought the jack in place (she goes stubble race, very useful, because it builds up their carts themselves with) and I practiced in the tougher watching.
midst called Ralf, my new phone and did what it always does when I get a call gaaaaanz important: it's "Tilt" and go out. Just before I wanted to smash it on the street's went well at last. Ralf has only understood a word of what I babbled I have thought and I am somewhere in the boonies and I am crying and hyperventilating. The usual response to auto mechanic break.
I actually blocks surprised when he also showed up on our farm. In the midst of a "I give a brandy on the rescuers' round. One can say of him what you want, but in a situation like he bangs immediately release because he is worried. I can only be glad that he has not broken the buck's neck.
Well, that was the squeaking and spat report.
on you next time!
Talyn
