Battery check

Yesterday it was my day out. Normaly. At 10.40 hrs I had to go to the physical therapist and after that I wanted to shop in the village. Also to the chemist's to get some "things" without a prescription. But it went a little different I planned. At 10 o'clock I was ready to leave, but my car said: "trrrrrieeee plopfff". He didn't start anymore. The battery was empty. D***, Sh**.....!

Oke, Who shall I call? At first my therapist, then my dearest Arjan. Yes, he probebly knows a solution. He works at a garage so.... He tells me things I don't want to hear. "Ask our neighbour, he can start the car with...", "he isn't home, snik..snik...", "He comes home soon...", "oke, but....oh leave it...". In my angre I end our conversation and Arjan calls back immediatly. "what's wrong?", "the car broke down and just when I planned my day out". Well I must wait for my neighbour. After 15 minutes I see my neighbour and he started my car with his car. So I went to Leeuwarden to Arjans work. There they tested the battery and it was broke. So they put in a new one. Arjan also made my lock. I couln't open my door normaly. Well everything is alright now. My Ford Ka drives again!
I'm out again! So today I did my "things" in the village.

When I came home, to write my blogs, I read about Esmé, but she's very ill. She's in Intensive Care in the hospital. She has CF and she had new lungs in january. But her new lungs are repulsing from her body. She get's medication and hopely it works. Esmé couldn't enjoy her new life jet, because she had so many complications. It's so unfear!
And then to think that I'm a wrack when my car broke down and she is fighting for her life at the same time!