Hello

Hello, hello, hello.

:)

I sold my car yesterday, and I'm still undecided as to how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's a relief to be rid of it: not to have to worry about the tax expiring at the end of the month, the MOT being due the month after, the costs on the horizon we just can't afford at the moment, the many many calls about the car, the fuckwits that arrange to come over, kick the tyres, wobble the engine, hiss between their teeth and offer fifty quid (one guy drove it up the road and back, stalled it 5 times on the way up the road and three times on the way back, flooded the engine and tried to convince me that the engine was, in his words, fucked! dumbass, I'm not that stupid).

On the other, she was my baby, my Acorn, and we've had some good times with her. It was that car that took me and Mrs B to the maternity unit at 3am when she went into labour. Yaknow, that kinda thing. And she was my little bit of independence.

Oh well. C'est la vie.

Well, better get on. I expect Mrs B would like to check her emails.

Love you Mrs B. You rock. :)