Mama Mia!... I thought as I awoke at 6:30 this morning, to take my car for its second visit to the Kia Garage in Royston. Poor little Pussy Galore. Her electrics keep cutting out mid-journey. Not such a bad thing when you are pootling down the road at barely twenty MPH (just a little inconvenient), but considerably more dangerous at speed. The trouble is though that nowadays*, if the computer cant find the fault (the diagnostics?), the mechanic hasn't got a chance of fixing it. Intermittent faults are impossible to detect it seems. I have less faith in these be-shirted technicians than I did in the grease monkey who would disappear under your car for half and hour, and emerge triumphantly gripping a small plastic and metal part - although they invariably had fewer teeth and appeared to wash less (the sign of a good mechanic, my Grandad informs me)! I do remember fondly though one particular mechanic in Lowestoft, who rang me to tell me that my car (Jarvis) was "all a bit whats-er-name" by way of explanation... heh. Fingers crossed though - lets hope they find out what's wrong.
* Have I really reached the age where I use the term "nowadays"? Shocker...
Mama Mia is my theme for the day then. Am going to watch it tonight at the cinema with Lynn and John - but shush, don't tell anyone. I have to admit, I was roundly unconvinced by the trailer - perhaps a form of 'anti-feminismo' on my part (is there such a word?). I pointed and scoffed at it, claiming that only 'bimbos' would bother to go see it (reminding myself to hide my edition of "Dirty Dancing" when I got home (in fact: to hide the DVD, Video, and CD Soundtrack of it when I got home). Thankfully, Mark saw through the charade, and seems mercifully unsurprised by my decision to go back on my word; or at least, he is saving the ribbing until afterwards. Perhaps it's because I own a car that I call "Glamour Puss", which has in fact got the word "Glamour" written on it in pink - a big selling point in my eyes (a hairdresser's car, according to my savage younger sibling). Perhaps Mark is simply temporarily disoriented by his friend John's decision to join us on this chick-flick-fest. I have made him promise not to wear his Agnetha wig, although Lynn is more concerned by the possibility that he might go as Bjorn. I will wear dark glasses and a headscarf, just in case...
"Definition: Onomatopoeia are words that sound like the objects they name or the sounds those objects make." How about, it is a word that sounds like "Kia" and "Mama Mia"? Did I miss the point? Perhaps... (I think its called a rhyme) but I liked the word anyway... gosh, I am a veritable word terrorist today. Think yourself lucky I didn't throw in random references to "Princess Leah", or "Lowestoft Pier".
Love Peace and... err.... "Tia Maria", as they say in Sweden.
Lots of love
Hayls
xxx
"buzz", "crash", "whirr", "clang", "hiss", "purr", "squeak", "mumble", "hush", "boom"... just in case you were trying to think of any! ;-)
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