Gripe of the day, there usually is one: I took my car to be serviced by Mercedes. There was nothing wrong with it except an irritating picture of a spanner that had appeared on the dashboard. It cost £600 to have removed like an unloved tattoo. I then found they'd done something to the handbrake; what exactly I am not quite sure but it felt all flaccid and not like my car at all. They didn't understand and said ridiculous things implying it was like that when I brought it in. "I think you'll find it wasn't" I said in strained tones. I drove away in a bate which is still festering.
I went to the hairdressers whilst my car was having its medical and found I had £20 off as I had recommended a friend. Oh how nice. Then with my smart hair I went shopping. I bought lovely things: dresses and cardies and knickers and tights and toothpaste and crochet cotton and a jersey thing or two and I was so so happy. Retail therapy is real.
I returned to London to meet my husband and a friend at a bar in Wimbledon. He was drunk. Oh well Mr Smith is such a sensible chap I suppose he should be allowed to let his hairs down occasionally. I drove him back home with him doing awful drunk backseat driving at me. I very nearly dropped him off at the bus stop.
Did you see Life in a Day? Wow! Are you going to take part in 12th November? I have some great ideas.
http://www.youtube.com/britaininaday
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