[m i a o w] the cat

This morning I learned that when you charge your car battery overnight and then go and check the reading on the charger and it says ZERO this does not necessarily mean you should;
a) shrug in resignation and sigh forcefully;
b) blame the ‘stupid’ charger for sucking life from battery;
c) make you grumpy enough to accuse the one that puts up with you that they snored all night and kept you awake…

Because…while I assumed the ‘zero’ reading on the charger meter meant “Ha – sucked in, you’ve had me for so long without using me, now I’m going to get my own back. Neglector!!” M patiently pointed out that it meant that the battery had charged and the meter was kindly communicating that there was NO NEED to charge it anymore. Of course. And the Humber started first go, and with its new reconditioned carbie, it barely used a whiff of petrol as I drove it into work.

I was karmically repaid by my humble acceptance of battery charging voodoo by finding the world’s oldest exercise bike in Hampton op-shop for $20. Watch out butt! You’re about to be pedalled into shape! (N.B. Must remember to post pic of exercise bike in back of car. It took ten rain soaked spatially challenged minutes for me to get it into the back seat. Am not sure if it will now agree to come out.)