Unlike other bloggers who have stories about children or pets with which to entertain the Ingterneck masses, the most exciting thing to happen to us this week is the exhaust falling off the car. It’s a good thing it didn’t happen when I was driving, because I think I would’ve shit myself. Instead, dear old Neil — who is experienced with vehicular issues — took it very calmly indeed.
Of course the weather was also absolutely horrible last night, and when we went back to get the car, Neil had to lie down on the wet ground to completely remove the exhaust, but I guess he was protected from the wind. Then I had to drive the car back without an exhaust or muffler.
I did not know that driving without a muffler would make me feel as though I was going at 80 when I was only going 40. And that it would be so damn loud I think I’ve sustained some hearing damage. But we got the car back home and Neil’s taking it to get a new muffler on the weekend.
And this is why I don’t write much about home life, because nothing. ever. freakin’. happens.