Journal Entry 1 - *facepalm*

I've decided, that amidst my little prompt writes, I'll do the occasional journal entry. Not often, I don't think, but mostly just on days where I've got something to say. So here we go.

Today I had made the executive decision to take my laptop, my printed draft of my book and my iPad (for a bit of e-book reading) to the nearby Zarraffas to get out of the house. What you need to understand, is that my two best friends are overseas right now. One is in England for a month on her own little trip, for the duration of this week she is on a writing retreat. My other friend is in Thailand with her partner for his dad's wedding.

Hence, I am left at home in Australia, on holidays from work, and nothing better to do with my life than write and do craft. I don't really get stir crazy, but being home alone can be a little meh sometimes. And I figured, getting out of the house for some fresh air might help.

So here I was, ready to go, in the car, but then doom, my car won't start. My brand new car that I have only had since October last year. And it wouldn't start.

I did what any self-respecting Aussie with an RACQ membership does and I logged a request with them to sus out why my car wouldn't start. I eventually got an alert that a patrol vehicle was on its way and would be 11 minutes. 

Near half an hour later, I had downed a piece of toast, the last of the coke in the fridge and read half a chapter of a book I'm reading. He still hadn't arrived and according to the tracker, he hadn't moved.

So I called RACQ and got in contact with somewhere there to sort it out. She called him and it turned out the tracker had placed him in that spot before he had gotten there because that was going to be his first stop, at a storage site to pick up a battery for my car just in case that was the problem. I thought, okay sweet, he is on his way now.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, he arrives and I tell him my car won't start. This is where it gets interesting, or rather, I had to face palm. Because as soon as he sat in my driver's seat, he said to me, "I know what your problem is."

I think, oh that was quick. Then watched as he moved my joystick from drive into park. I had left my car in drive yesterday. I called him out, he even stopped for a battery, and all I had to do was put my car into park for it to start.

I apologised for my absolutely incredible blonde moment, thanked him for coming and that I hoped he had a good day.

I am now in Zarraffas, drinking my coffee and still feeling mildly embarrassed.