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My weekend is starting out crap.
Was dreaming of learning Spanish and Argentinean men when I was awoken by shouts (”Heave! Heave!”) and blue lights. This could only mean one thing in my lovely neigbourhood - police and accident.
Being somewhat shortsighted I peaked out between the curtains hoping that it wouldn’t be my car. Yes, I did not need glasses. The evidence was there. Of course it was.
I talked to the policeman from my window as I really didn’t want to subject anyone to my “lovely” hairstyle and flannel PJ’s. Soooooooo NOT sexy (first impressions last?).
So my morning was spent sorting out a case number, getting male help to remove the bumper so that I can actually drive to work on Monday.
My car’s karma hasn’t been very good this past year. After the petrol leakage it had a while back (could have led to the damn thing exploding) it’s been downhill all the way.
I think it’s time for my blue italian babe to retire before I stick a burning match into it’s petrol tank.
PS: I’m afraid Mr. Argentina is VERY short - and don’t get me started on mothers.
