Last night my faithful little car broke down about 3/4 of a mile from our flat.
I asked dearest husband if he wouldn't mind popping home to get me some knitting while i waited for the tow truck.
He laughed. I failed to see what was funny about it. He then refused.
Is that funny? Am i mad? It has made me decide that i should be carrying a project with me wherever i go for times such as that. This means i need to invest in a bag that is big enough to carry at least a ball of yarn and some needles around with me at all times. More research will go into this over the weekend.
The car is going into hospital tomorrow. Fingers crossed it won't be too expensive/hard to fix. Doom Thursday strikes again.