Death, where is thy Sting?

Where is thy sting, O Death!

Grave! where thy victory?
The clod may sleep in dust beneath,
The spirit will be free!


John Bowring

A few notes on life.

I have just spent the best part of a month’s wages on car repairs. I admit that my earnings are far from huge, but it still seems a lot of money. The car had a service, new brake pads and an MOT. It also had a new pollen filter, which was something that I didn’t even realise it had.

To add insult to injury it then needed a repair to the wing mirror that it didn’t really need because some jobsworth in a government office has decided that looking neat is now part of the new MOT. That alone cost me a day and a half of my pitiful earnings, and it isn’t even colour coordinated. It allows me to see behind me, but it did that already. It also flashes again, but as I already had an indicator in each corner I’m not sure why I need the extra one.

Then there was the matter of the water pump that was pumping more water onto the road than it was circulating through the engine. At 60,000 miles it should not have worn out. It certainly shouldn’t have worn out on a Volkswagen, which is supposed to be a durable car. I won’t be buying another one.

I have an intermittent toothache. After a couple of months with an occasional twinge it is building up a head of steam and aching for a part of nearly every day. It’s clearly not going to go away and needs fixing.Β  Tricky one – don’t like toothache, but I don’t like dentists either.

Finally, a word on car parking. The forecourt for the shops was, as usual, crowded this morning. I parked across three cars. This blocked one in completely, but it hasn’t moved for several years so that’s not a problem. The other two were left with plenty of room to get out, even if it did need a bit of work – you have to reverse a yard before driving out of the space at an angle. It’s not difficult and people do it all the time.

Unfortunately the lady who came asking for me to move my car couldn’t see this. She had parked in front of the shop and walked to a separate block of shops to have her hair done. Despite taking the space reserved for our staff and customers, she decided that she hadn’t caused enough disruption and insisted that I moved my car. I pointed out that I had left enough room for her to get out, but she insisted. I went out and showed her there was plenty of room, but she still insisted. In exasperation I pointed out that I had parked considerately but was now being inconvenienced by someone who actually had no right to be parked where she was.

She wouldn’t be persuaded and told me that I’d just have to put it down to her being a woman driver.

A hundred years of having the vote and fighting for equality would appear to have passed her by.

I’ve not had a good week, but this was by far the most depressing point.

No pictures today as WordPress is playing up again.

I’m hoping things will start getting better next week.





11 thoughts on “Death, where is thy Sting?

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  2. Lavinia Ross

    Yes, car repairs can take up most of one’s hard-earned money. Over here, water pumps are typically replaced along with the timing belt, every 60,000 – 80,000 miles.

    1. quercuscommunity

      Yes, I tend to do the two together while they have the front of the car dismantled. It used to be 100 – 120,000 miles but it’s creeping down.

      It’s the way things are going. Less quality, more expense…

  3. Robbie Yates

    Gosh. She sounds daft. And sorry about the car costs and toothache.

    Bad things come in threes – you’ve had car problems, tooth problems, and inconsiderate people problems – hopefully that’s it for a while!

    1. quercuscommunity

      I’m keeping my fingers crossed…

      It helps that I can get it off my chest in print, though I do feel a bit guilty complaining about my life when I have a roof over my head, a job and a laptop, πŸ™‚

  4. Andrew Petcher

    I have a VW, great until something needs replacing, every part comes with a massive price tag. I’m with you on dentistry, born in 1954, practiced on by NHS dentists in the 60s!

    1. quercuscommunity

      I was OK with dentists as a kid but we moved and in the early 70s (I’m just a year or two younger than you) and I was tortured and scared stiff by a a dentist resembling Lurch from the Addams Family.


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