50,000 biscuits later...

I am feeling a bit random this evening, and finding my thoughts amusing. This could be due to the serious amount of sugar I have consumed today. An entire (-1) packet of choco libenz chocolate orange biscuits, hot chocolate + the works, and a quater of an apple pie with custard and a 900 cups of tea made by my lovely Grandma, plus the usual 3 large meals. Woah yeah.

I have to write about a slightly traumatic experience that happened yesterday after baby group. I decided to go through the car wash. When i was little I had a little phobia of the car wash, i didn't trust the washers and my vivid imagination imagined that they would go out of control and crush our car with their fuzzy brushiness. So I always used to get out and watch, just in case this happened.

As it happens, my car was pretty dirty, and I wanted to take it looking nice and shiny for it's m.o.t today, so I decided to brave the car wash as an independent woman with my babe sleeping peacefully in the back.

I pulled up at the front, feeling slightly nervous as my thoughts wandered back to childhood. A man comes over and I can't even get my electric window down so I have to actually open the door to pay him, quite embarassing. Then he waves me forward and gives me some instructions which I just do not get and he is being very polite and gesturing 'clutch down', which I finally understand and do, off to a cringeworthy start.

It is all happening, I am moving forward on the conveyorbelt into the car wash of doom, I have to admit I am feeling quite tense.

Everything gets going with its whooshing and squirting and the brushes are coming straight at me. Suddenly Tallulah starts yelling really loudly and I spin round to the back seat to find the window open slightly and a MASSIVE blue brush poking in the window and water squirting all over Tallulah who was previously peacefully asleep! Panic! Panic! My nightmare was happening, I tried to do up the window but then opened it instead, more water and brush...arggh! I finally managed to do it up and calmed Tallulah down, she literally woke up to insanity happening at the window and was very rightly upset, and wet.

It was finally over. I went to accelerate out and the car felt a bit weird. I pulled off at the roundabout and the pedal just wasn't going down and I was driving a nice 8mph with cars behind. Nooo the car wash has broken my car I thought. I pulled over and realised my car mat had got wedged up behind the pedal in my panic of open windows and giant blue brushes.

I am an actual nightmare.