There is something so soothing about hot chicken soup and chunky bread. I’m not sure why, but it definitely seems to fix me. It did today anyway.
I did think my little car OK. That was until I drove over the five million speed bumps on the way to work. The unhappy little Fiesta made a sickeningly crunchy thunk every time it was not driving on a flat surface. It was horrible. I felt like I was torturing it. On a closer, and calmer, daylight inspection I discovered a wonky bumper and a dubious looking wheel arch. Obviously in yesterday’s state I just had not noticed – I was too busy looking for scratches.
I did a little bit of negotiating with the lovely ladies for whom I work as a tutor and gently got home. It was hardly fun. Although when driving straight there appeared to be no real issue, I was incredibly jumpy at pretty much everything. Hence needing the chicken soup once home.
But once again, Aviva were brilliant! Tomorrow I have some lovely men coming to collect my broken car and a walk to the local Enterprise to pick up a rental car. It may have taken a good couple of hours on the phone, but both companies couldn’t be more helpful. So now I can safely travel north this weekend for my cousin’s wedding and not fret that a wheel will suddenly spin ff half way up the M6. I thank the power of that lovely chicken soup!