Frozen doom

It's a warm -2 celsius tonight. Warm as for some reason the day was minus 3. Explain me that weather people.

Doom, as once again idiot girl's car is in for fixing. Fixed 2 days, so she breaks it good this time. The clutch pedal does nothing other than make extra grindy noises from the engine direction. So had to grab a mate and have it towed in for fixing.

Which means IG will be borrowing my car. Again with terror turned up to eleven. Frozen = ice patches plus it keeps snowing X IG stupid factor = I will be lucky if she doesn't stuff it thru a wall, or work her magic car killing skills on it.

The mechanic also did the world famous sucking air thru teeth noises, which is the internationally recognised method of telling you it's "gonna cost ya mate!". He also said be lucky to get it back this week as removing the gearbox is step 1) remove car. Step 2) you now have the gearbox left.

Plz to cross some digits for me.

On doing it wrong... again

Twice in one week. I think I should be locked up away from humanity where I cannot do any harm.

I gave someone who doesn't read this blog something (being vague just in case I'm wrong on the previous statement). And they was happy for a while. But as usual I can't say "enjoy" and leave it at that, no I have to #### it all up, and no doubt now the happy is tempered somewhat with what a useless git I am.

SO I will go away and be miserable. But it won't help, and I will get it wrong again next time. Life. Why bother? I'm just lurching from one failure to the next.