Every day we are bombarded by the media with sad stories, news of disasters and many many awful things . I think in life we sometimes have to remember or remind ourselves that its not all doom and gloom. That there are happy things happening to every day people every day. My take is that when it comes down to it life is about the journey not just the destination so if were not loving the journey then what is the point. I am going to try to acknowledge the happy bits in not just my life but things I see and hear too. They shall be my Friday Fuzzies ( that warm fuzzy feeling you get in your tummy when you hear something good or something good happens to you).
This weeks Friday Fuzzy moment actually happened last week when I was knee high in work and couldn’t bring you a Friday Fuzzy. Now I know I am not the only one when I confess to naming my car. Yes there are a few other odd balls like me out there who fondly refer to their car by name or even talk to it. I now fear I have confessed too much but it’s out there now. Gunther , he’s a golf, has been the love of my life for several years but sad to say he may have to go on to pastures new. He is becoming a bit too temperamental and even pushing my patience at his quirks and that takes some doing. I was parked outside the shop having just delivered a load of supplies. Amidst the normal hustle and bustle of people coming and going there was me with a flappy door. I had jumped in the car and shut the door and it just flapped. No matter how many times I tried, it just flapped. My flapping didn’t go unnoticed as I also managed to set the car alarm off. This not only surprised the customers but me also as I had never been too sure I had a car alarm ( yes I know that’s stupid). Also in the street were the road work lads putting in BT Superfast broadband. The supervisor chappy saw my flapping and car alarming and came to check I was ok. Now this was rather kind of him but Gunther had decided to work and I was ok so set off the hundred yard journey home.
An hour later I went to go out in the car. Gunther decided to have a flapping door again. So there was me yet again flapping and alarm going off. BT chappy came over again ( laughing this time) with another workman in tow. There was much prodding and WD40-ing and dead door catch was announced. Now any other gallant knight might have upped and left at this point. But Mr BT Chappy didn’t. He said if I got a part sorted from scrap yard he would stay after work and fit for me as he a mechanic and all his tools in the van. Knock me over with a feather at end of the day he knocked on my door for the part and sorted it. He also boxed my car in with his van and kept an eye on it for the day as I couldn’t lock it.
But I bet he charged you the earth I hear you all shout Well that’s the cherry on the cake bit. I offered to pay, several times in fact and all he would say “Don’t worry about it me dear”.
So there you go, gallant Mr BT Chappy has restored my faith in human kindness. But I must add that Gunther future is looking less rosy as I am now rather fancying a Monty ( a mini).
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