Doing The Right Thing And Other Stories
Posted By Judith on 6th January 2020
I’m sure we all like to think we do the ‘right thing’ in any given situation, but sometimes it can backfire.
Remember my ongoing battle with the tyre pressure warning light on my car? Read about it here if you don’t.
The weekend before Xmas I was on my way to meet my niece in Oxenhope (find out why later) when barely 10 miles into my journey the blessed warning light came on again. My response was less than festive!
What to do? I could just ignore it, but then again I had a long motorway journey ahead of me.
So I decided to do the ‘right thing’ and once again into Tescos I went clutching my 50p for the tyre machine.
Having put 29 units of air into each tyre, I pressed the button to reset my car’s system. (which has always worked in the past) Result? Warning light still flashing.
It was at this point I realised that on this occasion doing the ‘right thing’ hadn’t done me any favours, as I was now more worried than I had been to start with!
Could it be another slow puncture? Didn’t want to get stuck with that on the M62 or on Cock Hill Moors after dark for that matter. After much deliberation I decided to risk it, and I’m so glad I did.
So why was my journey so important?
Because I was going to meet Father Christmas aboard the Santa Special Steam Train at Worth Valley Railway near Haworth.
Toys for the children, sherry and mince pies for grown ups. Great fun. Which brings me to my next topic.
What a wonderful feeling it must be to write a song that is so universally known and loved by all generations that everybody, and I mean everybody, knows the words.
I can’t remember the last time I was called upon to sing ‘Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer’ but I was word perfect.
I was reminded of this kind of thing again a few days later when a chance conversation with a neighbour over an un-collected wheelie bin, had us both bursting into a verse of, ‘My Old Man’s A Dustman’!
Happy (Old) Days.
And finally.
What’s the strangest question you can be asked by a 6 year old at 3.15am on Boxing Day morning?
Answer. “Auntie Judith, please can you get my A380 (aeroplane) out, it’s stuck in my Xmas stocking?”
And to my credit I did.
Happy (New) Days.
