Sometimes life's just like that

So last Thursday my little red Renault goes into the shop, once again, to have the doors reset. R11,000 and cold sweat followed by a great big sigh of relief when I realised that the insurance would miraculously be covering it. It is not that easy to explain to anal retentive insurance types that the wind in Slaapstad is like baie kragtig jy weet? And that it will somer blow your doors off. But I managed. Without cleavage or batting eyelashes.

The most wonderful friends in the world loaned me their Renault Scenic to drive around for the week while they were holiday. All I had to do in exchange was walk their two dogs. A simple ask you would think, but as with most things in my life, I almost, always manage to complicate issues.

On Saturday, after a rauchous drunken lunch with Clare, sexy fellow bloggers and several other rather hot bodies (who shall not be named), I jetted off to walk the dogs before the evening party session. As I was reversing the electric gate jumped out in front of me…or is that behind me? A loud clanging could be heard followed by a host of expletives, as the large steel electric gate came off its rails. Lovely.

Of course my ever so slightly enebriated state had absolutely nothing to do with my little mishap. Nothing I tell you. Those unnecessarily happy bouncing labs at the back of the car didn’t help my view either.

So I spent yesterday sorting out my friend's gate, which I reversed into with their car! Turns out a baby gecko shorted the thing and R450 bucks later, the gate is as good as new and freshly serviced. Now all I have to do is explain the R5 coin sized dent in their car when I pick them up from the airport on Monday. Eish.