Living an Episode of Top Gear by Mandy Baker Johnson
'Just keep going,' I said. 'It'll be fine,' I said. Ahem. Maybe I wasn't exuding the gift of discernment at that precise moment. It all started so well. Adi suggested going out for a meal before mooching round Ikea to buy candles (you can never have too many) and a new bathroom mirror (ours fell apart with a crash a few days ago). I did a little dance of joy. We had ourselves a date! Not two minutes out of the house and the car battery light came on. 'Uh oh,' said Adi, pulling over. 'Oh just switch it off and on again,' I advised. We sped down the dual-carriageway, the big blue and yellow Ikea sign luring us on. At the junction, lots of little red lights flashed up on the dashboard and the speedo went crazy. The steering went as we entered the car park and then the car died. Even the hazard lights refused to work. It was like being in one of those Top Gear challenges where they buy old cars that break down all over the place. W...