It was always going to be a close-run thing. My much-neglected and infrequently-cleaned car never really had a chance after its contretemps last week.
Brian from the garage called, sucked air through his teeth, held back a sigh and broke the news. It was going to be expensive. Too expensive. The insurance wouldn't pay, it wasn't worth it. Instead, they would give me a cheque to buy another. Well, not actually BUY, more like put a deposit on one.
I'd had a premonition about it as I took out my beloved possessions, the old sticks of chewing gum, the ice scraper, almost new thanks to global warming, the old earring, a couple of headlight bulbs (wrong size, but unswapped) and part of a hands free for my Blackberry. No, I thought, they will never see the inside of this car again.
Brian promised they would give the car a good send-off. Is there anything I'd left in the car I wanted before it went to the great breakers' yard in the sky? Only my heart, I said. Really? he asked. No, not really. It's only a car…..