I had a traumatic experience this afternoon. I took my wee car to a scrap merchant. It’s only a lump of metal you say? Well this lump of metal had a name, and although she cost me a fortune each year in passing MOTs, we were rather attached to each other. Bubbles has been my constant companion for six years. Through the many contracts, the moving around the country, short term homes, she’s been with me. We explored north east Scotland together, East Anglia, the South West. She put up with my dreadful singing. She had a sense of humour, such as a hot heater that never switched off and mystified mechanics, and a battery light that showed there was a problem when there wasn’t.
Parked in the car breaker’s yard, she looked so out of place. All pretty and cute. Surrounded by muck, debris, and wrecked cars. It broke my heart. I couldn’t look back as I left.
So I took a lovely walk home along the Canal. The Middlewich branch of the Shropshire Union Canal. it cleared my head and heart. I forgot about the sentimental lump of metal I’d just sold for £50. The noise of birds calling was drowning. Chiffchaff were out in force. Narrow boats passed this way and that. I didn’t realise there was so much canal traffic! Swallow skimmed along just millimetres from the water. Whilst Swift and House martin chased after the insects high above.
After a few hours pottering along blissfully I reached home. To an empty driveway. Arghhhh.
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