Friday - another good day at the office!  I enjoyed it, met Steve for lunch - had sushi!  Although Steve has begged me not to make us eat sushi every lunchtime.  We'll see....  Anyway, midday all these ambulances drove the city to promote the 'free ambulance' concept here.  I had expressed an interest in seeing this, but instead could not drag myself from my sushi, so missed the whole thing!  Today we heard about some murderer that had escaped and so in a moment of 'littletoe wisdom' I suggested we drive over to the prison and have a look for him!  Of course, I didn't know what prison it was, but there must be only be one in Welly, right?  I excitedly directed us to a yellow sign that I'd noticed before, but that was it, I didn't know the rest of the way!  As Steve was forced to turn around in a dead end (whoops!) all this steam poured out from beneath the bonnet.  I mentioned before that his car seemed to 'hiss' when we stopped anywhere, so this was not terribly surprisingly for me.  Of course, in a book somewhere entitled '101 things not to say to a man who's car has broken down,' will be found my clanger for the afternoon, 'I knew this was going to happen.'  Fortuanetly, unlike our escaped prisoner, Steve chose not to hack me to death with an axe.  Instead he stuck his head under the bonnet.  I couldn't even be bothered on this occasion to humour his attempt at diagnosis and listen to his 'report' of how to fix the problem, so got straight onto the AA who arrived within a half an hour!  YAY!  Good old AA!  Apparantly the problem was small and easy to fix - only not by him.  Instead he said we'd need to be towed to a garage which would probably be closed and only two people could go!  I rang a friend of mine, who had only a few days ago been telling me how much she was looking forward to this weekend.  Her daughter was away, she had the house to herself and planned on chilling out and enjoying the peace.  Double whoops!    While we waited for the tow truck and said friend, an old bloke tottered past us, excitedly informing us that there was about to begin a parade of vintage cars.  Although I could hardly contain my excitement at the prospect, it was a lesser of two evils, the other evil being sitting in a dead car with a miserable baby and toddler and a VERY miserable husband looking glumingly at the car not wanting to be touched/looked at/talked to.  So we watched the vintage cars, about 45 of the buggers going past.  The most interesting and entairtaining thing of all though was watching a cop on a bike direct traffic.  Although the traffic lights were actually doing a very good job of that themselves, he felt it was necessary to take over.  So many accidents nearly ensued!!  He seeemd more intent on pointing at cars, missing the whole 'following through' process.  Meaning when the driver entered the intersection, they were out on their own!!  Oncoming traffic kept coming and the WORKING lights added to the confusion.  Screeching and beeping and angry drivers really added to the surreal atmosphere of vintage cars driving through.  Some of the owners had dressed up in old clobber as well.  Lovely.  I still wanted to go shopping when we all made it home, but I was given a resounding NO to my request!  Ah well!  Oh, and we were in the wrong place afterall the prison is in Miramar.  Triple whoops!