Sometimes things just seem to happen and work out right, but is it luck or something else?

At the weekend, Dearest Son and I had a trip to Inverness. It had it’s good points and it’s bad points if I’m honest and we aren’t too keen to rush back. We had to collect something and then park the car so we could make our way to a shop Dearest Son wanted to go and have a look in. Turns out this was easier said than done.

I knew where I wanted to park but it was full to bursting so we tried somewhere close to it and had no luck. In the end, we had to go back the way we had come and ended up parking in a car park which has several shops there – none of which we wanted! Undeterred, we went on our merry way to find the needed shop. I’ll leave what I saw in Inverness for another post because I want to focus on a different part of the day.

When we returned to the car, I noticed the exhaust pipe looked very low so I got down on my hands and knees for a closer look and it didn’t look good. In fact, it wobbled, a lot. It looked like something which should have been attached, no longer was. Now, as luck would have it, where I had eventually parked was VERY close to a well known garage. So off we went.

I tried to drive very gently but one of the many problems Inverness has, is that driving in it is like driving on the surface of the moon. Far from ideal when part of your exhaust is already dangerously close to the road. We drove in and I explained my situation – which I was assured, had been witnessed by the mechanic as we drove in. The manager went and got my car so they could have a look and see what could be done.

Apparently the box the exhaust is connected to, had been held up by a shoelace and that had burned through! I am not kidding. The guys did their best to cobble something together to get me home but it’s going to need welding of some sort….or a new exhaust ££££££. By the way, they didn’t even charge me for the work they did, they just assured me we would get home ok with it.

And they were right – we got home fine, but it got me thinking. Given the terrible state of the roads, had I been able to park where I had originally wanted, the exhaust might have come away completely before I reached the garage. It’s almost as if I was guided to that car park which had the garage right round the corner. It also crossed my mind that had I been able to park in the place I had first thought of, I wouldn’t have been able to see the exhaust as it is such a small, cramped car park. It was because we had to walk through a long car park that I was able to spot something was wrong.

And all of this happened AFTER Dearest Son’s appointment this week (which was also in Inverness). I can’t help feeling very ‘lucky’, or that I’ve been helped in some way. I know some people will just say it’s a series of happy coincidences, but I don’t believe in coincidence – do you?