My car has gone in for repairs caused by the dog incident.
A man came today and took it away.
He swapped my sporty little motor for a tin can on wheels.
I mean I know I shouldn't moan. I know I'm really lucky to have a car at all. And especially lucky that I was so clever as to purchase insurance that provided any sort of vehicle should I require one. I could be on the bus couldn't I? Or the little one's bike. Or cadging a lift everywhere I go. I should count my blessings.
But honestly. It's rubbish! It's cheap. And it smells of smoke. And it doesn't do 0-60 in 2 seconds like my speedy motor.
I'm not planning on going far till I get it back.
Which I hope will be soon...