What do you get when you mix a very flat car battery, two women and four children under 6?
Let me tell you what you get.
Jump leads, stress sweat, sparks, the smell of burning, a touch and go journey to Frosts Garden centre for some “half term fun” and a couple of swivel eyed 30 something women on the verge of hitting the Gin.
I would love to tell you that we didn’t resort to any of the old damsel in distress tricks, but that would be, well, sort of a lie.
Lu did approach a couple of shifty looking guys on the corner my street to ask if they knew how to jump-start a car, and we both phoned our husbands though that was more for moral support than actual advice as neither really seemed to have a scooby. One said that it was supposed to spark a bit and the other said that it was definitely not supposed to spark a bit.
We watched a YouTube tutorial, read the instructions on the packet and we got it started. We punched the air, we got a small cheer from the woman walking by and we did a little dance like it was one in the eye to the patriarchy.
Then we drove round the corner and ground to a very resounding halt. We had to start the whole process again, but this time with the pressure of holding up traffic. After my initial dumbstruck rabbit in a headlight “What the @#*$!!! ” moment and a couple of calls to our moral supporters, like pros we got it hooked up. I stood back while it sparked a bit (still not sure if that is good or not) and got it going while many, many members of our wonderful society walked past and gaped rather than offering any kind of assistance. Almost as good as the time I stood on a busy road side, heavily pregnant, with a blown tyre whilst everyone just slowed down a bit to stare and then went on their merry way.
We eventually got going and gave the battery a good charge on the way to the garden centre.
The children got to paint some lovely bird houses and we had the least relaxing coffee ever, already completely wired from the earlier events of the day.
However the children enjoyed their bird house decorating. Though their efforts will be annihilated the moment they see fresh air and British weather. So a word of advice if you are planning on doing this. Make sure you have something that does exactly what it says on the tin, to protect your little treasures work.
At least I can tick Jump-start a car off my bucket list :-)