woo hoo

We've got the bread van back, at last. I had visions of the garage owner leafing through a brochure on caribbean cruises and planning his dream holiday when Hubby went in to pick it up. Because as we all know, mechanics aren't rip off merchants eager to make a fast buck out of harrassed mothers who haven't the time or logistics to shop around and get three quotes for the job - not.
Hubby was livid because car came back with back light smashed and suspicious lights showing up on the dashboard, so it has to go back in next week. Turns out it needs new tyres as well. Whoever buys this car from us when we move to Nepal in June will get a right bargain as just about everything in it will be brand new by then.
And I am so paranoid about stuff going wrong with it at the moment that I even phoned Hubby at work today because there was a red exclamation mark showing on the dashboard. He managed to patiently explain that that symbol lights up when the handbrake is on (well, hey, I've only been driving for twenty years)...

Oh, yes, I did say moving to Nepal, woo hoo!