Stress, Broken Down Cars & Tube Strikes

OK, I'm back from London and what a stressful time we had. When we arrived at the hotel we discovered that the car had no oil left in the engine, then we found out there was going to be a tube stike the next day, when we needed to go into London to Moorfield eye hospital.

So, we got up extremely early in case we had to catch a bus to the hospital and found that the strike had not affected the tube station we were planning to use (I'm a country boy, I don't do Citys) and proceeded to catch the tube, much too early and right in the middle of rush hour. To be honest it is not an experience I would like to re-live...

We got to the hospital far too early and waited hours for Janes appointment time, only to be told what we already knew, she needs another operation. So we headed wearily back to the hotel to pick up the car, refil the oil and head home. Thirty miles into the journey the oil warning started flashing up again, not good news. We stopped at a service station and found that the oil level had indeed dropped dangerously low again and after much pulling of hair and gnashing of teeth (always wanted to use that one) I called the AA, that's Automobile Association, not Alcoholics Anon... They came, looked, fiddled about, and called a transporter to take us and our poor car the remaining 200 miles home. Bare in mind that we have only had this car a week after our last cars enging blew up on the day before Xmas eve... Suffice to say, I shall be taking it back to where I bought it tomorrow and insisting that the £1000UKP of engine repairs are paid for under the warranty (AA man said the piston rings need replacing which is quite a big job apparently).

Oh, and through all of this I forgot to take my camera into London, and then didn't get a chance to stop off anywhere pretty to take pictures on the way home, so todays PAD (got there finally) is a silly shot I took through the hotel door spyhole at 2am this morning.

Thanks for listening :)