What a night. Went for a drive. Battery died. At traffic lights. Rang sister @ 23:30 - no jumper leads, very pregnant, has to get up in 6 hours for work... but she comes anyway. Suggested going to get leads from father's car. Established neither of us knew how to use them. Stared at each other for a while, then I said, "I'm going to have to call him, aren't I?"
Rang father @ 00:00 - no sense of humour! Arrives with pursed lips. Much crankypantsness ensues. Also much mechanical prowess, which was sorely needed. Battery resists CPR. Father returns home for tow rope. I say, "you realise I'm going to be apologizing for this for weeks?" Sister nods.
There is attaching of ropes involving father lying on the road a lot, while I wince & apologize again.
Car is towed home in disgrace. Battery charger on, crankypants back in bed. Humour appears to have been slightly restored, so yay!
Again, full public apologies & gratitude for Sister & Father, & for the multiple anonymous drivers who stopped to see if I was OK.
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