Well I posted in the unhappy thread about my lifter dying. I think I'll tell you today's events!
To set the scene. My wife is disabled and has to be moved using a hydraulic lifter that attaches to a sling she lays in. I have my own at home for when she is here. She is seriously depressed at the moment and is so much looking forward to spending Christmas with me and her family and being in her 'cloud chair at home where she is comfy. I tested the lifter last night and it wasn't working.
Australia tends to close down over Christmas as the annual summer holiday break so chances of getting it fixed didn't look good. I was beside myself and worried myself sick last night.
I isolated the problem to the battery, an enclosed box that cannot be opened by any tools that I possess.
So I went to the disabled help store that I bought it from, they were not answering the phone but I tried in person. It was closed up so I went to the office next door to ask if they had closed for Christmas. Six guys sitting in an office turn around and one says 'Wow', Mmm that's nice, but yes the store is closed.
I go to another place that I know doesn't sell them but the people have been helpful, one guy there tells me to try out a place called 'Battery World' so off I go.
This place is dingy and I feel a bit uncomfortable but, the guy says he'll take a look, takes out a tool that Dr Who uses and opens the case and says yes we have these batteries. Oh God fantastic, my eyes flood.
Then he says he has none in stock until the New Year. I do what any woman would do and burst out crying! Oh the hormones!
He looks upset and says, can you come back in 3 hours, I'll drive to Head Office and get some batteries for you.
Oh so grateful!
I get back a few hours later and a group of guys are gathered around the counter talking about fishing, 4WD driving and assorted stuff. I feel out of place and wait at the back of the queue.
Suddenly the guy behind the counter says, Please let the lady through, Mmm nice, I end up with a group of guys flirting with me and I'm not feeling any pain!
The battery is all fixed and charged up. While I pay one of the guys asks what it is for. My evil alter ego nearly says; to power a large sex toy, but luckily I take over in a more lady-like response. Everyone wishes me a Merry Christmas and off home.
I get home and notice a leak from under the car, so I open the bonnet for a look see. Did I say that I have also broken my glasses? They fall off and disappear into the bowels of the engine.
I can't find them anywhere.
Mmm so I call the emergency road service (RAA). They come out and can't find them either; ends up jacking up the car and taking the front wheels off and finds my glasses lodged on some plate under the engine and all is well.
So I'm sitting here, having a glass of wine and wishing you all a Merry Christmas.
And I reckon I pass!!!
Cindy
