So it's time for me to say what I want. Loudly.
Why, O Why did I have to get to get a ****** puncture! Why, why, why????
(Screams akin to a woman just about to have all the blood sucked out of her by Tony Blair reverberate across the Home Counties....... )
Why, why, why???? Someone please tell me the answer!
And no - the story doesn't end there. Unfortunately.
Why, why, why did I have to hit the kerb?? And no, not just a normal itsy bitsy kerb but one of those stupidly high ones outside multi carparks which are strategically placed for maximum denting?
(Yep, you know what that means.)
Isn't it bad enough that people leave their cars (and gates) parked where they shouldn't? And what about those selfish people who can't pull out at junctions without having a man waving a red flag in front of them? It shouldn't be allowed! And now, not only do have to put up with these appalling inconsiderate persons, I have to be attacked by a vicious 2 inch nail and a badly constructed concrete kerb with a personality problem.
I tell you it just isn't fair. I swear to God I am doomed to walk this earth in the afterlife as a ghost strapped in a hideously malformed Ford Cmax.
Right, I feel (marginally) better now. Although that could also be on account of the large bottle of whiskey on my desk.
Anyway, here's someone else who says what she wants, and a lot better than I do.
Fab. Want to hear some more Texas?
Thanks Sharleen . Things can only get better. Well maybe.
So long as I start walking everywhere.
PS: Because of spamming purposes, the linky will be closed on Thursday of each week at midnight, Malaysian Time. Thank you!