Awkward Car Problems

So first of all, yes, I am still here, and I am very sorry for abandoning this blog for the past few weeks. I am sending you all virtual chocolate to get you to forgive me. Ok, now we are all friends again lets get on with the post.

Today I had to fill my car up at the petrol station for the first time! I know, not really a big deal, but I was actually pretty nervous. I dropped my brothers off at their school, and went to the petrol station nearby. I managed to fill up the car without spilling petrol all over my shoes, putting the wrong fuel in my car, or blowing anything up. I then went to pay and the man in the petrol station was like "Did you know that your tyre is flat?". So I looked over at my car sitting by the pump, and the front tyre was indeed flat. And by flat I don't just mean a little bit soft, I mean completely flat.   

I had somehow managed a 40 minute drive with a completely flat tyre, and I had not even noticed. It's a miracle we made it there safely. 

Fortunately they had one of the air pump things at this petrol station, and so I drove over there. Considering I was by myself and had no idea how to use the thing, I was pretty worried. I rang my dad to ask what the tyre pressure was, put it in, unscrewed the tyre cap and put the hose onto the tyre. It all seemed to be going fine. 

There was just one small problem - the tyre pressure was not actually going up. I started to panic - this must mean that my tyre has a huge puncture. I decided that I would have to drive to school (I mean I made it this far already), and then put the tyre on at lunch. I have no idea how to change a  tyre. One of the advantages of being a rather small 17 year old girl though is that I could just play the "I'm just a weak little girl, I need a strong man to help me", and get one of the boys to do it for me! (Although that is rather sexist and extremely unfeminist of me)

Another advantage of being a 17 year old girl - the man at the petrol station came out to see if I had managed to pump the tyre up. He saw that I hadn't, and decided to fill it up for me. There was a bit of an awkward being-hit-on-by-this-random-employee moment, but he was pumping up my tyre for me, so I decided to go with it. Anyway, turned out I had forgotten to push the button for the air! Nice one!

Eventually I got to school, I was late, but I made it. And fortunately my tyre stayed up all day, so I didn't even have to attempt to manipulate any boys into changing it for me!

Freya x

Life lessons

So I am back from skiing (a day early because it decided to pour with rain for all of yesterday and ruin all the snow), and while I was there I learnt a valuable life lesson. This lesson was: Always shave your legs - even when you are going on a ski holiday with your family.

Let me explain. Friday night we were on our way to the ski resort, we stopped at a service station to get some dinner and fill up the car. I was (for a reason that I don't remember) racing my brother to the door. We were running. There were some small steps. I didn't see these steps (it was dark remember. Next thing I know I am lying on the ground, with the blood from my knee soaking into my jeans. That makes it sound worse than it was, there wasn't much blood.

So a couple of hours of driving later and we have arrived. I get out of the car and my knee has swelled up to approximately the size of Australia.

Now skip ahead to saturday morning and I am in the pharmacy with my dad, having already dropped my brothers off for their snowboard lesson - which I was meant to be taking with them. Neither me nor my dad can speak much french, so we were trying to explain to the woman that we needed something for my knee. So eventually my dad tells me to just show her my knee. I was thinking "no, my legs are so hairy at the moment", but luckily I had the excuse that I was dressed in full ski gear. 

We managed to explain it to the woman in the end, so all was well. But guys seriously remember this lesson! 

Freya x

Pointless worrying...

I am a total complete and utter idiot. Seriously, why do I do this to myself? I am going on this trip to Africa this summer and I just don't think I want to go any more. But now, typical me, I have left it too late to drop out. For a while I wasn't really sure if I wanted to go because none of my friends are going. And I am shy and awkward, and well me, so going to another country for 3 weeks with people I don't know very well just doesn't sound like it will be very fun. And I am starting to get nervous about it. The one girl who I knew the best, although not that well, just the sort of person who I smile at in the corridors has dropped out. She dropped out a while ago, but didn't tell any of us. So we only found out when we had a meeting a few weeks ago. 

My parents convinced sign up for the trip last year, when I mentioned it to them because me and a friend were both going to go. She decided she didn't want to go, but my parents convinced me to sign up anyway. Now they expect me to be really excited about it. But I just can't stop worrying. 

I suppose that there is nothing I can do about it now anyway, so I should stop worrying. There are only 6 other people going anyway, so I suppose it won't be too bad. I doubt that I will ever get an opportunity like this again, so I might as well take it. We are going to do charity work there, and stay with local people for a week. We are also going to go on a safari for two days, which is something I have always wanted to do. I hope am sure that I will enjoy it once I am there.

Freya x

The awkwardness of buses

Getting on a bus to somewhere you have never been before (or at least have never got a bus to before) is one of the most nerve-wracking experiences. You see trains are ok because they actually announce the stop when it is coming up, and you don't have to push a button for it to stop. Because if you are going somewhere you don't know very well on a bus, you may think it is your stop, push the button, and then realize that it isn't your stop. You then have to get off the bus at this random stop, and hope you can find the way. Well if you are as awkward as me and my friend you do. We could probably have just explained to the driver that we had thought this was our stop but actually it wasn't. But that would be far too embarrassing.

Luckily we had only got off one stop too early, so we didn't have far to walk. It was very funny though, I don't think I have laughed that hard in ages!

Freya x