Car Journey January 2010

I had been driving down the M6 for about an hour, with my granddaughter in the car, when I noticed one of my windscreen wipers flapping off the screen. I thought it already too late to turn back so continued with my journey. I tested the wipers and they appeared to be working alright. There had been reports of snow and bad weather so I was a little concerned. To my dismay, a hundred miles later, the recalcitrant wiper flew off as I was overtaking two lorries. I carried on driving, taking note that the sky in the distance was getting blacker and blacker. I realised that my car was also now illegal. I stopped at the next service area where there was no milk for the baby and a very expensive tepid meal, thinking this does not augur well for a new wiper. I drove into get petrol and thankfully they sold two wiper blades to me for a third of the price I had paid my own garage for a back wiper blade before setting out on my journey. The garage assistant was not allowed to help me replace my wiper blade so whilst muttering “I can do it myself” a very kind man in a Land rover offered to help. He replaced the wiper blade and suggested I should put some WD40 on the creaking joint as well. What a great garage! It sold inexpensive wiper blades, WD40 and milk. So thanks to the garage and a BIG thank you to the man who helped! Who says the English don’t have big hearts?