Driving Me Nuts

ROSIE!!! You jinxed it!!! There I was, driving brilliantly, battling cars doomed to fail with three demanding kids in the back. And then she sent me this. And I laughed. And then this week happened, and I don't think I could get any more stressed by driving. 




I'm in the Renault Clio, which is a benefit, particularly as this week involves a LOT of maneuvers you're taught for your driving test but know you'll never actually need to do, such as a corner reverse. Anyway, this week, to top off the whole 'car breaking down' scenario, the garage door then broke. (It wasn't me - I wasn't anywhere near it!!). And to date back to my October post when I said 'the garage is still on it's hinges...' well now it's not looking so sure! So this week I'm in the Clio, and having to park at the front of the house. Except that the front of the house is a main road, and EVERYONE likes to park on the main road.

So every time I return home after dropping kids off or bringing them home, I have to drive round the block several times (yesterday was a total of 7 times) waiting and searching for even so much of a cranny to squeeze the fortunately-tiny car in. After returning from the school this morning I spotted a teeny space right by the front gate, and was DETERMINED to get the car in. To my luck, the car parked behind was about to leave, so after driving the nose into the space, I decided it'd be a lot easier to wait for the car behind to go so I could have plenty of space to drive in without the hassle of bumping bonnets! So I sat and waited. The man got out and preceded to de-ice his window with an ice-spatular and clean the entire front screen. And when I say clean, I mean spend 5 minutes ensuring that every morsel of ice and slight-snow was off the front screen. Including cleaning the wipers, and the top of the window where you don't even look out of. And where the centre mirror is glued to the window. All this whilst I sat glaring at him from my wing mirror. I almost ran out of the car to give him a hand yelling furiously 'mon Dieu! Depechez! Depechez! Vite vite!' and scrubbing the other side of the window for him to get it done, but decided against it. Eventually he went in the end.

Bloody Paris drivers!
It isn't that bad really... although the traffic lights probably make up a large percentage of my daily stress and hassles quota!