Forget what I said in the last post about contemplating life without a car. I’ve been living without my vehicle for a week now (due to repairs), and it’s been so frustrating. First, over the past seven days, Northern Ireland has been in the grip of a heatwave, and the thought of cycling to work in this blistering weather was unbearable. Didn’t want to use up my “annual leave” holidays just yet, but felt I had no choice. Now, I am not the sunbathing type; I am the “afraid of skin cancer” type, so I was left contemplating seven days indoors with nothing but DVDs for company. But … perhaps there was a better way to invest my time.
Since moving into this house almost three months ago, I’ve been gradually re-decorating the living room. And by gradually I mean graaaaaaadually. Last week I had a chance to really sort the house out – to finish stripping the paper and paint the walls and get my furniture in place. But the thought of cycling out to B&Q to buy paint in this weather was unbearable. So, I reluctantly asked a friend for a lift – several times, because (a) I didn’t buy enough paint, and (b) I made a mess and had to re-paint. More trouble ensued later in the week, when I ran out of food. This time, I risked a bike-ride, filling up my back-pack and pedalling through the heat with the sweat running down my back. Oh, for the convenience of an environmentally unfriendly diesel engine on four wheels!
And the moral of this story is that bicycles and heatwaves do not mix. I’ve felt like a prisoner in my house all week. I won’t be selling my car any time soon; being an eco-warrior can wait.