Surprisingly upbeat today, despite having had to hand over exorbitant wads of cash to pay for my car service. If you recall the engine had blown, and the timing belt was cactus also, both requiring replacement, plus sundry other repairs. I had budgeted for quite an ugly figure, but the sundry other repairs added up to more than I imagined. The bottom line is that the invoice was thousands more than I expected, and effectively has wiped me out – in fact, I still owe some.
I collected the car this morning, and at least I can say it was a lovely, smooth ride on the way home. It would want to be. It’s not as good as new, but the replacement engine has about half the k’s of the old one. What happens next really depends on what happens next with me, but the general idea is to drive the car around for about 18 months, then look to trade-in – perhaps for a non-European car.
It feels good to drive again. It feels good to have the option available once more. The cost is just part of life.
It hurt last night when I got the news. It kyboshed a few plans and the waste of spending so much on getting a car repaired bit deep. You adjust, though. Today there’s more of a blasé attitude of fuck it, shit happens. With that is a sense of release. Damage is done, and I’m pretty up, singing under my breath and sometimes aloud, Kaiser Chiefs particularly, but some Warren Zevon too. I feel pretty energised actually, go figure.