MOT has run out

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and I often wonder if mine has. Still the human species has not quite drifted down to being treated like a car. But maybe we are all guilty of attaching a failed MOT onto other folk and usually our diagnosis is based on a narrow-minded comparison with ourselves!!! But there maybe that is saying more about me than anyone else I regret to say.

Come, come come the day is young and I am already giving in to my ever skulking downside.

Today I cannot drive and it is the first day of a new way of thinking and planning and observing. If my beloved dog and cat became ill how would I get them to the vet(the chickens do not come into this category), if I became ill how would I get to the doctor, if I need stuff (including friends and family from the airport) how can I get it/them home? If, if, if what a silly word. Yesterday as I drove the car packed full of disgusting stuff for the skip I realised how automatic it is for me to listen for any new squeaks or rattles to worry about. Now I can concentrate on my own squeaks and rattles and know there is no dreaded enforced MOT looming up. Driving home I did get a bit tearful. I am very fond of this car. After my husband became ill and stopped driving we would often take little trips out and he would lay his hand on my thigh as we toddled along. I remember so clearly the weigh and warmth of that beautiful hand. So this new buspass life is new in so many ways mainly because I shall be on my own.

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  1. If your car could speak to you today I think this it what it would say….

    My bodywork is shabby and there’s even a bit of rust
    And now my days on the road have truly bit the dust
    No more hours in the garage trying to get me to go
    My days of breaking the speed limit replaced by going slow
    No more will I carry shopping or nip into the town
    Those odd noises I’ve been making have made my owner frown
    But together we have memories of being on the open road
    Of jaunts and journeys past carrying my special load
    My owner is a lady who took great care of me
    And now she’s using her bus pass, well that’s OK with me
    What’s important is that she journeys right on in this life
    Without the worry of car trouble, new tyres, MOTs and strife.
    And yes a car is wonderful, you jump in and you just go
    But I can’t manage that – for me it’s only stop and slow.
    My owner though is feisty, there’s no stopping her you see
    Make an model you ask? Well an Aston Marten she would be.

    Onwards and upwards!

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