Yes, today’s exploit was to wash my car. Now, you might not think that’s very remarkable. But I am the proud owner of what was possibly the dirtiest white car on the road in the UK. I’ve cleaned lights and number plates a few times this winter, but frankly, my beloved mode of transport was nothing short of an embarrassment. I detest car cleaning, so have done so once since I bought it a year ago. Yes, I know I could pay others to do it, but I never seem to have a happy coinciding of time, money and memory.
I’m the first to admit the finish isn’t fab. (The picture is straight off the internet, not of my wheels.) But I successfully wrestled the pressure washer into doing my bidding. This was no mean feat since I had forgotten we even own a pressure washer, let alone remembered how to use it. I got rained on several times during the process, and paused in order to make the plumber a cuppa – so at least all the leaky taps in the Rectory are now safely fixed.
I’ve even filled in a long form, which had promised it would take an hour – which it did, and had a decent coffee with a friend. All in all, it’s been a productive day off, if not a restful one.
Steps: many laps of the car
Rain: many drops
Spectators: just the one, whom I encouraged to move on
Result: one cleanish car that isn’t a disgrace to the Church of England
Rector’s rating: 7/10 – not for enjoyment, but for pride in result!