A day of two halves. Our car is dying. I hate cars. You know that if you’ve read more than 2 posts on this blog. I hate them and they hate me. We can’t afford to buy into owning one at the right level where you can trade them in at the end and get another, so we run them into the ground, end up paying over the odds for maintenance and then manage to scrape together enough money to buy a new one when they die.
So here we are again.
However, in good news, the guy a friend recommended came around today and fixed our brickwork. Let me tell you, it’s a weight the size of Everest off my shoulders, dampened only by the news of the car (which we got today).
This is how it looks now, with some before and after shots at angles that will make your eyes bleed.
