Not going home yet

So after leaving Catherine at Heathrow airport reunited with her parents and sister who were very pleased to see her again after 2 years away, off I went to find my bus to get back to the hotel. I found it very quickly got straight back to the airport and was relieved to see that my car was still there! Always a good start, it still had all it's windows, wheels and I gave a little woop of delight as I turned the key and the engine started first time, now I just had to stay awake for the journey home.

But it wouldn't move, I reversed, it moved an inch and stopped. I put it in first, moved a little, then stopped again. I got out looked around the car, kicked a few tyres and got in to try again. I repeated this routine quite a few times, I looked under the car, I kicked it a little more and I started to get a little stressed about what I was going to do- I just wanted to get home and was getting very tired after already having travelled for the last 17 hours.

I then couldn't find my phone, I panicked, I panicked a little more, I looked around and under the car and panicked. Then I decided to go into the hotel, borrow the phone and ring the breakdown. I managed that but not without tears, when the guy told me it was going to be up to 3 hours I cried, I cried when he asked for a contact number and I told him I'd lost my mobile, I cried again when I gave the phone back to the man at the hotel reception, then I retreated to my car to cry some more and wait the 3 hours...

When I got back to the car, I looked under the car next to me and saw my phone!! One less thing to cry about. I then rang the breakdown people to tell them I now had my mobile and they could call me on that, they then said it would be 1.5 hours for someone to get to me. I rang Sally to kill some time and then getting off the phone the breakdown man rang me and said he would be 30 mins!! So finally he arrived, took a wrench to one of the nuts on the wheel and 2 seconds later it was all fixed, maybe if I'd just kicked a little harder and more targeted I might have achieve that myself a few hours earlier.

Anyway finally I was on my way home, after a lovely 2 weeks in Brazil, slightly more drama (and crying) in the hours after landing than I would have liked and I was back on the road, now to plan the next holiday.