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supertinks) wrote2005-09-25 08:45 pm
supertinks) wrote2005-09-25 08:45 pm
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Some stuff
Ok, recent goings on in the world of Tinks:
My car is in the garage getting its service. Also getting a new numberplate (to replace the one that was stolen) and a new wing mirror (to replace the one that was stolen) and some other stuff. They want to charge me vast quantities of money for everything, including stuff that either doesnt need doing (like replacing the back numberplate) or stuff I can do cheaper by getting Jamie to do it (£10 for a new sidelight bulb, no thanks). It was going to cost extortionate quantities of money to have a red wing mirror, so I'm having a black one. So it wont match, but at least I'll be able to see whats behind me on the motorway again! Also, when I was talking to them on the phone about what work I wanted doing and what I didnt, they informed me that the drivers door lock wasnt working, and they couldnt open it. They said they'd sort it out, but if they try to charge me for that I will laugh at them, since it worked perfectly when I gave them the car to fix. So they can do that for free, since they broke it!
I did something nasty to my neck last night, while sitting quietly in a chair playing Worms with Andy and Jamie. Jamie thinks its probably a tendon that I've pulled or something, cos he says one of them is a bit swollen. All I know is my neck/shoulder is very sore and hurts when I move my head too much. Plenty of healing massages seem to be helping, though.
Jamie starts his new job tomorrow, so while the Grand Prix was on (woo Alonso won the championship) I ironed a ton of his shirts. Was nice and relaxing, and seems only fair since he does all the cooking.
I just did a very embarrassing thing. We went to the shop to buy some food etc, and on the way back stopped outside of the corner shop to pick up some tobacco, as they didnt have any in the co-op. I leapt out of the car, ran round the back out onto the road to cross over, got my foot caught in the enormous bottoms of my flared cords and skidded accross the road on my hand and left leg. In front of some people, who did absolutely nothing to help, just laughed at me. Bloody chavs.
My car is in the garage getting its service. Also getting a new numberplate (to replace the one that was stolen) and a new wing mirror (to replace the one that was stolen) and some other stuff. They want to charge me vast quantities of money for everything, including stuff that either doesnt need doing (like replacing the back numberplate) or stuff I can do cheaper by getting Jamie to do it (£10 for a new sidelight bulb, no thanks). It was going to cost extortionate quantities of money to have a red wing mirror, so I'm having a black one. So it wont match, but at least I'll be able to see whats behind me on the motorway again! Also, when I was talking to them on the phone about what work I wanted doing and what I didnt, they informed me that the drivers door lock wasnt working, and they couldnt open it. They said they'd sort it out, but if they try to charge me for that I will laugh at them, since it worked perfectly when I gave them the car to fix. So they can do that for free, since they broke it!
I did something nasty to my neck last night, while sitting quietly in a chair playing Worms with Andy and Jamie. Jamie thinks its probably a tendon that I've pulled or something, cos he says one of them is a bit swollen. All I know is my neck/shoulder is very sore and hurts when I move my head too much. Plenty of healing massages seem to be helping, though.
Jamie starts his new job tomorrow, so while the Grand Prix was on (woo Alonso won the championship) I ironed a ton of his shirts. Was nice and relaxing, and seems only fair since he does all the cooking.
I just did a very embarrassing thing. We went to the shop to buy some food etc, and on the way back stopped outside of the corner shop to pick up some tobacco, as they didnt have any in the co-op. I leapt out of the car, ran round the back out onto the road to cross over, got my foot caught in the enormous bottoms of my flared cords and skidded accross the road on my hand and left leg. In front of some people, who did absolutely nothing to help, just laughed at me. Bloody chavs.