So I have to take a taxi the 20 miles to work. Oh boy am I looking forward to my credit card bill this month. I don’t know why my car won’t start. I’m terrified that I won’t be able to work it out today. I don’t quite follow why gapped and so on right the damn thing wouldn’t start today. But.
The points – I swapped ’em – I know I couldn’t make it start before on these points, but I really needed to change ’em, the old ones looked like shite.
I’m just waiting for the taxi.
I’m meant to be picking up Kathryn from the Station this afternoon; I’m not quite sure whether that’s going to work in-so-far-as I have to get a taxi home and then coax the bloody thing into starting.
I’m really quite upset and I’ll have to make up the hours somewhere. Dunno how or where though.
*sighs*
Oh, and I tried for getting my bike MOT’d today – not gonna happen. So we definately have to have a working car Sunday for work. Of course, at this point I can see that the correct decision would have been to put a new engine in the minor – just to have said ‘stuff it’ and paid for it. But, I’m a dumbass. What can I say? Or to have spent 1k on a cheap shed which I could run into the ground; instead I’ve got the Viva which in theory should be reliable – it’s simple and basic – all the things which generally give me a nice simple reliable run around; but of course it’s just gone from no-miles-a-year to 3000 in a month. Of course it’ll have problems. Why didn’t I remember that?
Still, at least with the new job (if it happens) there’s a train ‘twixt here and there, with regular services, so I can get *that* in the face of disaster.
