This is a wind up ...

I'd had a tough day.

 

My muscles were still twanging from the excesses of the weekend and it had been a real struggle to get out of bed to face the freezing sleet in the woods, but I just about managed it. The drive to Dudley was about as good as could be expected given the rotten weather and the usual slew of roadworks and traffic jams, but I wasn't looking forward to the pile of work centered around the notoriously unfriendly and unintuitive report writer in our purchase ordering system. Reports that I could easily write as standard data queries ended up taking most of the day to shoe horn into the new format.

 

I called it a day at around half past six and set off for the hotel - an extensive journey that involved driving half a mile to the end of the road, round the roundabout and back up the other side of the duel carriageway and into the hotel car park. I found a parking spot and prepared to reverse in. My wing mirrors were covered in gunk from the motorway so I wound down my window to wipe them so I could see where I was going.

 

Big mistake.

 

I finished reversing and pressed the switch to wind the windows back up. The passenger window was fine, but the window on the drivers side got a third of the way up, made a nasty clonking sound and wound itself back down again. I rang the RAC help line and was told that I faced a two and a half hour wait for somebody to come and have a look at it. There was nothing for it but to wait, so I dug my DS out and played a bit of Animal Crossing with the rain pattering on the roof.

 

After checking my daily turnip prices (68 bells for anybody keeping tabs on Tom Nook's thieving pikery) I was struck by an inspiration. I got the car manual out of the boot and had a look at the page for the electric windows. Apparently there is a safety sensor that detects an obstruction and winds the window down automatically. If you hold the switch down for a second, it resets the system. Hmmmm. I reset the system and then nudged the window up a little at a time, stopping before the sensor kicked in. It didn't sound very healthy, but at least I got the thing closed so I could lock the car and go and check into the hotel.

 

By this point I wasn't fit for much more than to eat a nice seafood linguini, drink a pint of guinness and then fall asleep on the bed with the tv on and miss the house visit that Moe the cat had threatened me with. Still, tomorrow is/was another day (ah, the joys of blogging contemporaneously) and I’ve also seen 180 and 181 in my ongoing CNPS game.