Chaos from the top down...

I am without wheels.

Poor old Rita (my Mini) went in for a service today.  The husband had followed me over to the dealer on Monday so that we could drop it off, with the expectation of a call from them mid morning today.  At this point, I would have said something along the lines of 'How much?' or 'Are you really sure it needs one of those?' before settling up with them.  They would then drop Rita back sometime this afternoon where we would be reunited.

Well ladies, I got the call alright...

'It's George here, from Mini'.

Bracing myself (and my bank account) for the pending words of doom, I waited to see what the final bill was.  Mind you, he had called earlier than expected, so part of me was wondering whether he was phoning ahead of some gargantuan piece of expensive work which the technician had identified.  I was partly right.

'There's been a recall on your car, Madam'.

Interesting.  This must have happened in the two week interval between booking the car in and actually doing the work as no mention of any bloody recall had been mentioned before.

'Oh'.  My standard response to anyone who might be about to take money off me.  'What's wrong with my car then?'

'Well, we have to order up a new part for the car, so we will need to keep it here for another day'.

Now my first thought was that I was going to be without a car for another day, and rely on Master J and Master P to bring me home after my morning at Binland, but this was rapidly followed by the question as to what was so wrong that it would take two days to sort out. This must be massive.  I took in a deep breath.

'We need to replace your roof Madam'.

Just a small job then.  

I suppose I should be grateful it's a convertible...