Waiting, alone, trying to keep occupied;
trying not to think;
trying not to speculate
about the problems they’ll find
and the damage that lies behind
the noises of the gears that grind.
Could it be fixed or will it be terminal?
But above all, what’ll they charge me?
There’s the cost of a simple MoT,
added to the standard Service repartee,
then parts and labour and VAT
on top if my car fails its test.
On the way home the phone rings,
my heart skips and my breath stings
as my mind fills with possible things.
A voice, warm and smooth and clear
sitting so far away yet seeming so near
says it’s all okay, and it’s time to cheer.
Well, at least for another year.
1st April 2017
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