Frantic Hunt
Okay. You can call me anything you want. My car tax expires at midnight tonight. Those that know me well know what that means. A hunt for my M.O.T certificate and my Insurance Certificate. Same thing happens every 6 months. I always lose it.
Well, this time it was worse. The garage that did my last M.O.T lost its licence, so I couldn't just pop in and pick up a replacement. I HAD to find it. Hunt hunt hunt.
Okay. So I will have to book a new M.O.T. Thursday morning is the best anyone can do. So that means Monday - Thursday without my car. Waaaaaah!!!!!!
The attic even gets a hunt through in a desperate attempt to find it. No joy.
Guess what was found just 5 mins ago, hiding down the back of the drawer. Yep! I found it!!!! Yippeeeeeeee!!!!!
I PROMISE to look after all my documents from now on!
