I bounded out of the house, hopped in Perry, pulled away from the kerb and heard a weird sound coming from the car. At the same time my mobile rang and I managed to pull over, answer the phone, turn off the engine, lift the bonnet and thank my friend caller for the things she was doing to help me find a second job.
After the call I stared blankly at the engine. Nothing seemed obviously wrong to my untrained eye. I’d recently checked the tyre pressure, oil, water and various types of fluid levels but I knew my car needed a major service and the lumpy idle was a concern.
A nice good-looking young man in an Akubra saw my distress from his front window and offered to help. Any warning lights come on? No. Can you start the engine? Seems OK. I explained it was making a sound when I started to move.
My knight reached underneath the vehicle and removed a small leafy branch.
I’m such a girl.