I tried ignoring the flapping rubber for a while, but you
can only rely on it not raining for so long and, as I was passing a wiper blade
shop, I went in and purchased two for a pound.
It wasn’t my first purchase to try to solve the flapping problem. Earlier in the week I’d purchased the wrong size, believing that this time the twenty inch would work despite knowing that I really needed an Eighteen. My second pound shop purchase was the right size though.
Now all I had to do was fit it.
It wasn’t my first purchase to try to solve the flapping problem. Earlier in the week I’d purchased the wrong size, believing that this time the twenty inch would work despite knowing that I really needed an Eighteen. My second pound shop purchase was the right size though.
Now all I had to do was fit it.
I don’t know why I do it, but each time I need a new wiper
blade I make the same mistake and try to fit it myself. It looks so easy. They
simply clip in don’t they? Well, not quite. There are those fiddly plastic bits
that need to be fitted and there seems to be dozens of alternative fiddly bits
to deal with. Those fiddly bits seem to break easily too, especially when
you try to use force to make the bloody thing fit.
After ten minutes of struggling, two broken fiddly bits, and
a lot of F@*+ing swearing I gave up and stormed back inside the house. Of
course my wife asked if I’d ‘managed it’ to which I responded ‘no I hadn’t’ and
that the bloody fiddly bits had self-destructed in my hands like the tape
recorder from Mission Impossible.
“I’ll have a go,” she said.
Smiling wryly I watched her leave the house in the knowledge
that she’d soon be back clutching a couple of broken fiddly bits with a big
imaginary ‘F’ on her forehead. There was no way that she’d be able to do it if
I couldn’t and sure enough five minutes later she was back.
“There, that’s done,” she said rubbing imaginary dust from
her hands in an exaggerated and altogether unnecessary manner.
I don’t know what she did or how she did it, but she had
fitted my windscreen wiper without any difficulty at all. I know because I
checked by flicking the stick thing in the car that makes them go back and
forth. I tried it at every speed, almost draining the washer bottle to make
the bloody thing break and fly off… but it didn’t.
Maybe I’ll stick to flower arranging in future and leave the
heavy engineering to her.
"What A Wonderful Wife"...?
ReplyDeleteIn many ways Martin, in many ways.
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ReplyDeleteAndy B D Bickerdike on FB
ReplyDeleteSo you're one of these people halfords charge for the privilege?
Andrew Height
DeleteAnd I can't use the washing machine. Too many dials....
Phil Ogden on FB
ReplyDeleteYou have to have had a Meccano set when you were little...
Andrew Height
DeleteI did Phil, I made very nice Meccano flowers and abstract shapes.
Clare Pritchard on FB
ReplyDeleteWell done Mrs H!!!! That's two of us that can fit em
Vicky Brickhill on FB
ReplyDeleteGo Gaynor
Mike King on FB
ReplyDeleteI paid Halfords 2 quid and they did mine in 5 mins
Andrew Height My wife did it for free Mike. Total cost for the wiper blade (x2) 50p + the beer I drank whilst she was doing it
ReplyDeleteCloe Fyne on FB
ReplyDeleteBecause women can do anything, that's why!
Clare Pritchard on FB
ReplyDeleteI must admit Halfords did show me how to do it in the first place...
Jayne Butterworth Women can multi task andrew bet gaynor cud hav changed a tyre while she was at it no probs!
ReplyDeleteAndrew Height
DeleteActually Jayne Butterworth she always changes the tyres while I multitask watching and breathing.
Nick Jennings on FB
ReplyDeletedastardly plan that got you out of doing the job AND gave you time to have a quiet pint, Mr H you still have the genius
Andrew Height
DeleteYou know me too well Nick Jennings