Yesterday I was sat at home (no surprise there) when my wife rang. She tells me that she filled up with fuel and the car wasn’t starting. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she had our 22 month old grandson in the car with her.

Most days I plod along coping with my disability, however when things like this happen I feel bloody useless. I am sat on the end of the phone trying to figure out what has happened to the car.

I was convinced that we had breakdown insurance as part of our car insurance, however I was wrong and I hadn’t added it on when we renewed the insurance last year.

So I used Facebook messenger to call her, that way I can ask her to point the camera at the dashboard, I can listen to what is or isn’t happening, but no luck. I did think that possibly the starter motor had died as there wasn’t anything happening.

Luckily my wife’s dad was on his way to see us and so my wife phoned him and he was there in 10 minutes. He opened the bonnet and they called me via the Facebook messenger app and I instantly knew what the problem was.

The battery had died, the starter was turning the car over but very slowly before stopping. It was then that I hear a guy say, I have some jump leads if you need help and I knew then that my wife could get home.

My father in law went and got a new battery for us and our car is back up and running, but it left me feeling like I let my wife down. I knew we needed a new battery but I was hoping it would last, I hoped too long. I also didn’t get breakdown insurance on our car and I am just lucky that she wasn’t further from home.

By Zechariah Richardson

Over 50, disabled, husband, father and gramps who reviews products and writes blog posts about his life, beekeeping, gardening and whatever pops into his brain!

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