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Getz Versus Wall. Wall Wins. My Life 11 JUL 2013

Sigh. It was bound to happen sooner or later you know. I’m notorious for not being the world’s greatest driver, something I’m more than happy to admit to, and which also consequently means that should I decline moving your car out of the parking lot, it really is because there’s a pretty high chance of my damaging it, not because I don’t like you.

My problem is judging distance and space, which needless to say is quite the problem when travelling between two pillars or walls, say like at the entrance to my house’s front parking port.

In other words, and to be fair, this really was an accident waiting to happen, and I have to admit that I’m kind of impressed that I managed to avoid it for just over three years now!

Anyway, returning home from a quick shopping trip to Pick ‘n Pay yesterday afternoon, I swung into my driveway, wincing at the unexpected and horrible scraping sensation that uncharacteristically came along with it for a change.

Yup.

My Hyundai Getz’s rear passenger wheel arch said hello to my pillar… and came off second best.

hyundai getz wheel arch scratch 1

hyundai getz wheel arch scratch 2

*sigh*

Howling Balls of Scratching Fury My Life 18 MAR 2010

The other night saw a tired Chantelle and I finally retire to bed just before midnight after having successfully returned from a Ster Kinekor screening of It’s Complicated (which by the way is a thoroughly enjoyable movie in case you were wondering).

Anyhow, as it had been for the last couple of days, the wind was absolutely howling outside, once again determined to make living quite miserable and in which of course does succeed… particularly when we’re talking about the cats.

You see, our dear darlings Olympus and Achilles can’t exactly spend much time running around, hunting and playing outside without being blown from the one end of the property to the other and so they’re pretty much pinned inside for the whole day – which of course translates to a hell of a lot of pent up energy come the evening and in other words our return to the home.

Needless to say, this pent up energy immediately manifests itself in play time and so Chantelle and I need to do our evening’s business while carefully stepping over the usually rolling around and kicking combined fur ball entanglement that is Olympus versus Achilles.

So teeth brushed and book pages turned, we turned off the lights and lay our heads down… when all of a sudden, out of the complete blue, the sound of frenzied paws gripping along the carpet accompanied this fast flying bundle of fur through the air, paws streched out and claws extended – landing in a heap on top of our unsuspecting, blissfully unaware heads!!

Luckily for me my arm was kind of hanging over my head so that took the brunt of the scratch attack but poor Chantelle was not quite so lucky, even going so far as suffering some bleeding from her scalp! Nothing major of course, but unnecessarily sharp, painful and a rather rude awakening one must say.

So up we sprang, grabbed our spectacles and flipped on the lights, hunting down the two miscreants who had of course bolted back to the lounge following our initial surprised outburst. Of course catching the little buggers to give them a smack and throw them out of the front door quickly proved to be quite the pointless exercise as they didn’t really take our angry demeanours very seriously and simply kept walking back in right after you scooted them out, meaning that in the end we simply had to give up and returned to our room where we closed the door for the night.

(Cutely enough, the two of them were found lying stretched out in front of our bedroom door the next morning of course…)

Hee hee, they'll never guess I'm actually just biding my time until the right moment to attack!

Scratch that one by me again My Life 19 JUL 2007

Damn it. Stupid white bumper. I don’t know why I even bother getting my bumpers resprayed all the time. It doesn’t take more than a month before some idiot who can’t drive scrapes off the paint. Grrr…

My old trusty steed, Jetta Jameson

My old trusty steed, Jetta Jameson

(I’ll ignore comments originating from people pointing out that I regularly use walls to stop myself when parking in parking garages. That doesn’t count cause I hit the walls straight on, thus leaving no damage whatsoever. So there :P)