Today I got to experience my first ever breakdown on a motorway. (My second proper breakdown ever.)
This time there was no snow.
No.
But there was me, in my car, on the motorway, rapidly losing power and speed...
And I was a bit confused as it was 9am (and I was dazed from having gone out with the guys at Sussex (Pier then lovely meal) the night before).
So I decided to visit the hard shoulder once I realised that a car that had slowed to 40mph was probably better off not in front of a big lorry doing 55mph.
And I got to use the emergency bat phone.
Then I got to wait for the AA for an hour.
Then I got to visit a service station in Seven Oaks, and pay £60 to have my AA membership upgraded so that they could tow me back to Brighton.
There I sat. For over two hours. Until the tow man came to rescue me.
My car is now being fixed. For £530 of damage.
Not what I needed, either in terms of time wasted or money spent.
No, no, no.
Ho hum.
Now I shall sleep.
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