At first I couldn't think what to write about - well what has happened in my life recently.
Then I remembered my car.
It has been 17 weeks since my car crash, and they STILL haven't fixed my car. After 17 weeks I now have a courtesy car - they couldn't even get the model of that right! Grrrrrrrr.
I swear that driving will take a few years off my life, as it stresses me out so much. I feel even worse when I have to drive by myself - my driving instructor says that I need a blow-up doll to sit beside me in the passenger seat - like Anita did in Dinnerladies to make her feel secure in the car. Her doll was called Malcolm - I don't think I'm quite ready for an inflatable friend quite yet!
(Found a car-shaped stress ball while looking for a picture for this entry - perhaps that might help!)
