Oh god damn it.
So, I had a lovely morning, until 10:32. Because at 10:32 I remembered the appointment that I was meant to be at, at 10:00. Cue apologetic angst ridden phonecall. New appointment at 11:45.
Perfect. Make it with plenty of time… Return home. Parking Rebecca in the garage get the alignment right with only one in-and-out (required because the road’s too narrow and overgrown to align in one), start reversing in… decide that I’m a little far over to the right, swing the car a little and ‘SCREEK’. Dirty great scratch on the front wheel arch.
Fuckbuckets.
That’s what I say. Bucket loads of fuck.
*sigh*.
Oh, and she’s now sporting a bit of duct-tape holding the front number plate on because last time it caught on one of the many brambles and broke the plastic number plate screw.
I may not do anything for the rest of the day, for everyone’s safety.
