platforms, petrol and prayers...

it's been over two weeks since the balls of my feet have had any real exercise.  so last night I relished the opportunity to dress up.  albeit not the opportunity I had necessarily planned for when I packed my figure hugging dress and LK Bennett snakeskin four-inchers.  but nonetheless I dressed up ready for church.

as Junior backed up the car I tried to snap (not very successfully) the wonderful night time view from the end of their drive.

it was a few minutes before I fully comprehended what it was that Adela was saying to me.  but as I stood in the rain critiquing my photography skills, I realised that yes, Junior had in fact run out of petrol and yes, Adela and I needed to push the car...

so teetering on our heels, with our handbags slung over our shoulders, the girls pushed the car as the bus waited patiently (of course nothing actually happened until Junior got out and helped...)

Junior coasted the car downhill, with Adela and I tottering alongside it trying to jump into the moving vehicle.  once we were onboard, the freefall continued for what felt like a kilometre before we dared start the engine to take us up the steep hill to the petrol station.  I'm pleased that it at least entertained her two small boys.

I think we looked pretty classy (if not a little like drowned rats by the time we got to church) and I think we pulled off the platforms and car pushing quite successfully...