So, let’s see, the last two days of leave have been spent doing the following:
Starting car, driving it round to gate for it to conk out, blocking exit, making use of second car impossible until it was moved.
Pushing it back up drive with senior daughter, (not an easy task as it was uphill and one wheel was wedged in a pothole) whilst trying to steer it away from the other car, randomly milling dogs and an escaped chicken, ending up rolling it into the hedge, where it remained poking out at a jaunty angle.
Calling out RAC who after a bit of under bonnet furtling, got it started but have no idea what the issue was.
Driving car to local, friendly mechanic.
Giving up negotiating with work about logistics around possible self quarantine.
Cancelling remaining flight to Spain.
Losing holiday jollity.
Sulking.