super-strong destroyer of door handles!

the immobiliser malfunctioned while my mum and i were at the mall this evening, so after stopping for a hamburger (or a number of little ones, it's supposedly an irish thing but you can colour me doubtful) we called the mechanic (at 9pm from tel aviv to herzeliya - i'm impressed!) to come and sort us out.

he rocked up in a battered old jalopy, and indicated that we should open the back door. i got the handle, and when he eventually opened from the inside and i handed it over he was pissed.

"it's not my car!"
"i didn't use force!"
"it's not my car! do you think the woman will care if i tell her you didn't use force?!"

look, the handle was bust and i'm the one who happened to pick it up. i'd only feel less sorry if my mum and i hadn't been giggling about the whole thing, and his getting more and more steamed only made us behave worse.

back to a most successful day:

1. my mum arrived at the coffee shop without a hitch


2. the mortgage bank experience was smooth and we have a definite budget


3. we've spoken to lots of agents and there're quite a few places to get through


4. we saw an apartment that we actually rather like


5. while mum napped, i got shopping done and sent in my computer for evaluation


6. we sat over chivas and tennis with her grandfather


7. i approved a solid upgrade for my pc - i was leaning towards it but the reasonable price convinced me


8. after two malls, we found my mum sandals that she can walk around comfortably in


9. we returned the car safely to her father, and i've decided to sleep here (her grandparents') tonight (both for the internet and because getting home at this hour is unlikely)

tomorrow's going to be a different story: lots of army stuff. my SC's worried that i'm coming to talk to him while i'm on holiday - good, i'll let him stew.