Welcome to my perfumed garden

Heh heh. Yeah... it's beautiful out there today. A gorgous day for driving 'cross country. Though, to my mind, there's nothing like t' moors in the teeth of a gale. ::G::

*has flashing images of old black and white Edgar Wallace movies in her mind*
Hmmm. I see where you're coming from, though it's more Wuthering Heights than anything else up here. (o:

As per the battery; it's happened before. The AA man couldn't tell what happened either time, but we're starting to suspect the GPS unit. We've started disconnecting it, anyway, in the hope that solves the problem.

You know, every time something like this happens to me I just think "perhaps it happend this way exact for the reason that I wouldn't do something I had planned to do".
Oh me too. My mother rolls her eyes in a meaningful way and says; "it wasn't meant to be." ::G::