Despite the efforts of Tim, Rhiannon and Kita I refused to get up yesterday morning.
It felt like everything had all caught up with me at once - Christmas and all that entailed, Mum's visit, a stomach bug that kept recurring and that I'd continued working through and general post-stress comedown. I was completely exhausted.
So I decided a long lie-in would do the trick. But it wasn't my day.
I'd just snuggled back down to snooze after Tim and Rhiannon had set off for the pony club when the phone rang.
It was the pony club owner. And she was a bit cross. As far as I could make out, Rhiannon was late for her ride. Mentally I shrugged. Why didn't she call Tim? He was in charge of that and communicated with her regarding start times (which change every week). I mumbled a bit, kept my eyes closed and let her rant away. Hopefully she would go soon and I could return to the Land of Nod.
But it was not to be... because then the doorbell rang.
Still holding the phone and listening to the ongoing tirade I sleepily made my way downstairs and answered the door.
It was Tim and Rhiannon.
I was somewhat puzzled as I hadn't looked at my watch so didn't know how much time had passed from when they said goodbye to me. Rather relieved, I thrust the phone at Tim so he could deal with the issue and unsuccessfully tried to shake myself fully awake.
Then I heard Tim say that the car wouldn't start.
That's how I felt! Is it catching? But the car hadn't had to do half the stuff I'd done over the Christmas holidays...
Being that it's a new vehicle, and Tim is super-expert at fixing things - especially cars - I knew that this was serious.
So I made tea and suitably sympathetic noises while Tim got on the phone to Mitsubishi in the UK who in turn contacted Mitsubishi here.
And then we waited.
Eventually a massive pick-up lorry arrived. With great skill and aplomb the engineers lifted the lifeless car on and took it away to car-hospital. As it's the weekend (and don't things always go wrong at weekends?) the garage isn't open so the car won't be looked at until Monday. They did lend us a little car in the meantime so Tim and Rhiannon could go out somewhere.
I took up residence on the sofa and there I stayed for the rest of the day reading magazines and watching TV. I feel much better for making myself rest.
But I wish there were engineers and a pick-up truck for me.
Then again, I wouldn't approve of the temporary loan of a substitute model.