My poor baby clio
Feb. 25th, 2005 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynToday has been a day of ups and downs. One of the ups, surprisingly, was my tutorial where in a sudden miriacle my tutor announced she'd actually marked three of my essays. There was good feedback and a really useful conversation on the difference between undergraduate and postgraduate essays. I also discovered that the course I am doing isn't actually an archaeology course at all which explains a lot. Marlia Mango put myself and Cait onto one of her Byzantine Studies courses because it seemed to be close to what we wanted to study and she didn't have the time to run the course we'd spoken to her about this term.
One of the downs was the discovery that my Dad can't fix my clio. He met me at St John's after he got out of his meeting with his final year students and I got out of my tutorial and drove me through to Reading, where we discovered that for reasons best known to the RAC man who last changed the battery in the clio, it has been nailed to the main body of the car. None of his tools could shift it, so he suggested calling out a mechanic. This does mean I don't have a car for tomorrow, and god knows when I will get it back. I'm fretting a bit now. I'm stupidly emotionally attached to the clio. It was my Mum's car, it was the car I learnt to drive in and I've had it forever. I don't want it to fall over and die.
*sighs*
Ach. It'll all be OK in the end. The small boy who was wandering past as Dad and I fiddled with the car seemed reasonably hopeful. It's bad when an eight year old knows more about your car than you do, right?
One of the downs was the discovery that my Dad can't fix my clio. He met me at St John's after he got out of his meeting with his final year students and I got out of my tutorial and drove me through to Reading, where we discovered that for reasons best known to the RAC man who last changed the battery in the clio, it has been nailed to the main body of the car. None of his tools could shift it, so he suggested calling out a mechanic. This does mean I don't have a car for tomorrow, and god knows when I will get it back. I'm fretting a bit now. I'm stupidly emotionally attached to the clio. It was my Mum's car, it was the car I learnt to drive in and I've had it forever. I don't want it to fall over and die.
*sighs*
Ach. It'll all be OK in the end. The small boy who was wandering past as Dad and I fiddled with the car seemed reasonably hopeful. It's bad when an eight year old knows more about your car than you do, right?
