I don't much like snow and ice. Correction, I think I'm snow-phobic as far as driving in it goes.
Nonetheless, I ventured out to Paisley on Christmas Eve. Dropped off a card and present, got back into the car - and the seatbelt seized. Not round me, I hasten to add - it wouldn't pull out of its casing at all. And when I moved the car, something started bleeping. Then beeping, louder.
Driving without a seatbelt is illegal in the UK, so I phoned the dealer. Call for breakdown assistance, they said.
I did. Two hours later, minus 5 Celsius outside and in the car, and the mechanic arrived, only to confirm that - yes, folks, the seatbelt had seized. Plugged the passenger belt into the driver's seat-belt slot, and despatched me on my way. Gratefully home, I discovered the dealer's workshop was quite naturally closed by now. Ah, well.
I got lifts to and from the midnight church service that I had to play for. And lifts to and from church today. By this time, I couldn't have driven if I wanted to - the locks had frozen and the car was impregnable. Great.
But guess what, folks? It's apparently 3 degrees out there now. My car door opens again - and maybe some of the ice might melt tomorrow. Leaving me 'just' with the seatbelt problem. Roll on Wednesday!