Car has thwarted me again!
I was all set for a trip to Sainsbury's so I could fill the cupboards, stock up on wine (25% off, don't you know) and stalk the goodlooking unwary. And if their Bitch Wives/Girlfriends™ just happened to accidently fall in the freezers, so be it.
However, it was not to be.
Car wouldn't start.
Oh, it made a couple of halfhearted attempts at turning over, but ultimately Car remained stationary and pouting.
To make matters worse, I'd just been reading the Auto Express Driver Power Survey results with a smug feeling because, despite other Alfa 156 owners wailing and gnashing of teeth over their beautiful and stylish cars propensity to be rife with electrical gremlins**, Car had, so far, bucked that trend and been nothing but reliable (almost), despite being nearly four and a half years old.
That'll teach me to tempt Fate. Bloody cow has had it in for me ever since I beat her at dominoes.
I should have seen this coming. Actually, I did see this coming but the 'I'll do it tomorrow' gene kept kicking in. For the last week or so, Car hasn't started with it's usual vigour, so I knew something wasn't quite right. And I didn't get it checked out after this humiliating incident.
I guess there's no one else to blame? Well. Bugger that. I'm going to blame everyone else anyway. Just see if I don't! And Car's going to get the thrashing of its life/existence too, if I can find a big enough branch...
If Car doesn't start soon, I'm going to have to -
* fannage *
resort to walking to pikey Morrisons down the road, or -
* more fannage *
obtaining some sort of public transportation to get to and from Sainsbury's.
* swoon *
* thud *
* Thanks for this, T-Bird.
** I presume these must be some sort of silicon based life form?