After working two jobs and six days I spent Saturday night eating peaches and soft cheese with Melody and friends. It was a lovely night of talk and laughs and a few glasses of wine. But by about ten PM, on the drive home, my poor old car gave up. I’d heard her labouring and not sounding right, so pulled off the main road before and thank goodness, because she cut out in one, just as I rolled to a stop on a side street. At that hour and with sore feet and a headache on the way I called a lift and left her there till the morning. I was so certain she was gone, my ‘93 Liberty, my old friend, not least because Hard Times by Gillian Welch was playing as it all ended and I thought surely that’s a sign.
But by Sunday morning it was just the alternator, so we got her working and dropped her to my mechanic. This is me, early, trying to clear the rubbish and yoga mat and Keep Cup out so my mechanic could get to work come Monday. It’s a happy ending, Liberty rides again!