Saturday, April 07, 2007

not a good friday

Oh Gosh Rilly, what’s happened?’ asked my neighbour yesterday, sensing my alarm. I could hardly bring myself to recount the trauma that had befallen me. ‘I’ve..I've..I've lost the carkeys.’ The words stumbled from my trembling lips. ‘Oh, don't worry Rilly, it could happen to anyone, just ask young Tilly to look for them, they’ll turn up in no time’, she suggested. ‘Just one small snag’, I said, ‘Tilly’s in the car, and I fear she’ll be in there all weekend.’ 'But haven’t you a spare?’ asked my neighbour. ‘Well of course, I have Milly so it’s not a complete loss’. ‘I meant a spare key dear, not a spare daughter’. ‘Oh, I see’, I said, ‘afraid not, and the thing is, it’s such an expensive top of the range car you see, much nicer than anything you could afford, that you can’t just get a new key cut, you have to get someone over from Sweden to sort it out’. ‘Oh gosh’, she said, and as I reflected that perhaps that last bit of information had undermined the effect of the sympathy seeking vulnerability I was trying to convey she continued ‘and how is your husband taking it?’ 'Terribly, as you can imagine’, I said, ‘All his Judy Garland CDs are in the car, I don’t think he can make it through the weekend without them, and if Tilly plays them all while she’s locked in there then the battery will be as flat as pancake by Tuesday. I'm going to get absolutely crucified if he misses his appointment with the interior designer next week because of this.’ ‘Oh golly, poor you’, said my neighbour. 'At least you picked the right weekend for it, ha ha, however are you going to sleep tonight?’ ‘Don’t worry’, I reassured her, ‘The car’s got really good soundproofing so Tilly’s shouting and banging on the windows all night shouldn’t keep us awake.’ 'Thank heavens for small mercies’, she said. ‘See you in church Sunday then Rilly, hmm, I suppose you'll be needing a lift...’

9 comments:

mutterings and meanderings said...

You could always get one of the local lads to break into it for you Rilly...

Chin up, it could, as you say, happen to anyone...

don't think I'll come back here said...

a volvo?

Golly Rilly how down market

rilly super said...

hello M&M, thanks awfully for the sugegstion but might be a bit technical for the locals dear, they're probably better of sticking to just washing it for me.

thanks for dropping by DTICBH. I won't need to ask if I'll be seeing you again then. You can imagine how very disappointed I am, sigh

dulwichmum said...

Darling Rilly,

The exact same thing happened to me last year with my fabulous Audi Q7! The AA can send a man, who will gain entry as quick as a flash. Pop some sandwiches and a bottle of Hildon Spring in a tupperware box to ensure your darling daughter does not expire from hunger until you find the keys... Well, someone must guard the car until you find the keys afterall!

spymum said...

LOL!

But how can poor Tilly get the Hildon and sarnies if she is locked in the car? Rilly, all the trendiest Southern kiddies watch CBeebies and go to Makaton lessons! Quick - go and sign at her to open the car door from the inside before she forgets how to 'speak' it!

PS: Your husband can borrow my husbands Barbara Streisand CD's until she gets it open, if he likes.

dulwichmum said...

Poshmum,

The AA man should only be summoned to gain entry to the vehicle so that the child can be supplied with refreshments - clearly! Just until the keys can be found.

spymum said...

Durr! (spymum walks off, dragging her knuckles on the ground).

rilly super said...

dulwichmum, thanks ever so for dropping by. Where would I be without the shared experience of my sisters? I'm afraid we can't get Hildon Spring here so I used the nearest substitute and squeezed through a bottle of brown ale to keep poor Tilly going.I told her it was your idea naturally.

spymum, please send Barbara streisand CDs as a matter of urgency, I don't think we can hold out much longer...

Anonymous said...

By a strange co-incidence, we saw a 'locked-out-of-car' incident at the Llansteffan car park yesterday. An AA man had to be called, but it was only a Mazda so he got in in no time...

How embarrassing - How they must have wished they'd bought a Saab or an Audi or a Volvo so that they wouldn't quite have had the social stigma of being the centre of attention being only Mazda owners. Still all the posh cars belonged to English people who they are unlikely to ever see again...