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Despite my efforts to become more organised, I dropped the ball on my car’s first MOT. New cars only need to be tested after 3 years, and although we did get a reminder from our service centre, I somehow managed to forget to book in the test. Yesterday afternoon, I remembered that the MOT was due soon but I didn’t know the exact date so I called up the service centre to be told that a) the MOT was due that day and b) the car’s warranty had run out at midday. Since our service centre is so far away, I called a local garage and was relieved to get it booked in for 8am this morning and they told me they could do it while I waited which would take about half an hour. The law states that so long as you are booked into an MOT test centre, you can drive your car without a valid MOT certificate from your home to the test centre. Phew! So far, this is all very boring home admin stuff, I know this. But I am telling you about this because of the effect this stupid oversight had on me last night.
From the moment I was told my MOT was due, like, NOW, until I got the MOT all clear this morning, I have been carrying around this sack of anxiety in my stomach. All last night, I kept thinking, ‘what’s wrong?’ because I couldn’t shake that Sunday Night Feeling AKA Exam Nerves Feeling. I realised that I was really worried that a) I was going to get ripped off by this unknown local garage or b) there was going to be some severe defect that would have been covered under warranty had I just got the car tested on Monday morning. I realised I DID have exam nerves: exam nerves on behalf of my car!
As a fairly confident person in most situations, it really bugs me that I can be so worried about dealing with tradesmen – and yes, they usually are men. That feeling of them knowing something you don’t know is disconcerting especially coupled with the feeling that they know that they know something you don’t know. I wish I could be at least appear competent in these situations so that they don’t view me as just a ‘silly woman’ (their thoughts as I imagine it, not mine) but then the mechanic asks me a simple question, ‘Petrol?’ and I reply, ‘Yes, a full tank’, before realising what he means and then having to say, ‘I mean, no, it’s diesel.’ Oh the shame.
Anyway, Suki passed with flying colours so that is that worry over for another year and I am definitely putting a reminder in my Google Calendar right now so I don’t forget again!




