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The Prophecy
Sep. 20th, 2023 03:38 pmIt was meant to be so easy. My brother and his partner are coming up to see me. It's not their only reason, partner has family up here and I think they both need a break from the Unseelie House. The plan was to drive up through the peaks (achieved! Bro describes Glossop as 'very quaint and beautiful') then up here, then to Dunfermline, then down to Whitby, and back home. Alas, the brake line on their car split at Bolton.
Maybe this was not some malign fit of a Boltonian genius loci (though in fairness, if any numen has the right to be annoyed, it's Bolton's) maybe it had something to do with taking a 22 year old car on a journey of over 400 miles. We gave them that car years ago. Maybe it's trying to tell them something. Maybe it feels the call of the great carpark in the sky. Maybe it wants to be offered to Forged In Fire as a potential aid to apprentices. Maybe, just maybe, it's time for them to bite on the bullet and buy a new car.
Anyway to the mayhem.
Yesterday, my brother suggested to me that I pick a nice restaurant here and I did, because yesterday the metal methuselah they forced out of retirement was doing its best to keep going. Today the brakeline splits, they try to get a courtesy car and wonder why no garage is inclined to oblige them, they tell me to push the time back; can't be done. They tell me to cancel the dinner. I do. Then they hear that there's a £30 cost per head to cancel. They tell me not to cancel. I uncancel. Then it transpires that they are not going to be here for at least 2 hours after the sitting starts. Fine. Right. I cannot cancel again, I can feel the bods at the restaurant beginning to look at me funny right across the intartubes. We will go, and when Bro and partner turn up, I will send a taxi to collect them from the station.
They wanted to stay in a hotel, but now they have no car to get them to a hotel. Of course they can stay here. I haven't told R yet, I almost don't need to, for it has come to pass as the prophecy foretold. He said this would happen!
Maybe this was not some malign fit of a Boltonian genius loci (though in fairness, if any numen has the right to be annoyed, it's Bolton's) maybe it had something to do with taking a 22 year old car on a journey of over 400 miles. We gave them that car years ago. Maybe it's trying to tell them something. Maybe it feels the call of the great carpark in the sky. Maybe it wants to be offered to Forged In Fire as a potential aid to apprentices. Maybe, just maybe, it's time for them to bite on the bullet and buy a new car.
Anyway to the mayhem.
Yesterday, my brother suggested to me that I pick a nice restaurant here and I did, because yesterday the metal methuselah they forced out of retirement was doing its best to keep going. Today the brakeline splits, they try to get a courtesy car and wonder why no garage is inclined to oblige them, they tell me to push the time back; can't be done. They tell me to cancel the dinner. I do. Then they hear that there's a £30 cost per head to cancel. They tell me not to cancel. I uncancel. Then it transpires that they are not going to be here for at least 2 hours after the sitting starts. Fine. Right. I cannot cancel again, I can feel the bods at the restaurant beginning to look at me funny right across the intartubes. We will go, and when Bro and partner turn up, I will send a taxi to collect them from the station.
They wanted to stay in a hotel, but now they have no car to get them to a hotel. Of course they can stay here. I haven't told R yet, I almost don't need to, for it has come to pass as the prophecy foretold. He said this would happen!
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