Wussell to the Wescue!!

Cruising along in the big ol' truck this morning, G and I were chatting about the fact that we are broke but it's pay day on Friday, but we have bills and a bit of visa to pay off and my cars is making a tink tink sound. Then I siad without really thinking, 'We should get off at Newton rather than crawl through traffic all the way to town on the motorway'. We went up the offramp and suddenly clunk fizz the car died and an awful smell hit us. If we hadn't gone of at Newton we'd have been right in the middle of the motoway in the bit where the lanes narrow to one, and we would have stopped traffic and helicopters would have hovered from all media in town and it would have been just awful and very exciting in equal measures!

But we were on the off ramp.

I called work and Russell - who is about 6'6" and very gangly and well groomed and a Californian jew wine collected married to a beautiful japanese woman who spent most of her adult life in italy - drove out to get us in his box like tiny jap import which is turquoise blue. Then the three of us adults piled two car seats, two confused kids, assorted luggage into the blue box and drove thru traffic to work.

G called a tow company and dealt with finding a mecahnic for the beast.

Russell and I took the kids to work.

There they drew pictures with highlighters, played with paperclips and a ribbon Izzie found in Trinket's draw. Bax loved it and kept wandering down to where Russell sits. bax loves Russell - who he calls Wthel. They've met on many occasions - in fact last weekend we went with Russell to walk his two new foundlands that Bax named Teddy bear Dogs.

After a bit Bron went down to her car to get a pushchari for Izzie to sit in - she hated that and preferred to crawl around under people desk and play in boxes. While at her car Bron had found a plastic toy lawn mower so Bax mowed the entire office carpet. Both kids sat on the big high leather stools at the bar and ate toast.

Then G turned up having dumped the hephalump in a garage forecourt, gotten a lift from the mechanic's wife (it's a mazing how much people love doing stuff for G and giving him free things!) picked up the other car and driven through more traffic back to my work in the city.

He picked up the kids, we transferred the carseats from Russells box into the other car, returned the buggy and mower - then Bax, having been so so good and quiet and wellbehaved and fun and only bumping his head once, had a major tantrum because he wasn't allowed to go back into Russell's van and had to go home instead.

I went back up to the serenity of the office. My work mate Rosalie came over and brought me a fresh hot coffee from the nice place downstairs and whispered "That was sonderful. This place needed some cheering up".