Poorly.

11:56.13 - Wednesday 25th August 2004   (Link to This Entry)

Not me - my car. Last night M came in and said it had cut out on her while turning round at the bottom of the street. We went out later and, sure enough, it cut out again, this time on a busy road and at some traffic lights. The engine died, red lights came on and the power steering gave out turning it into a 30mph hunk of metal with all the steering of a housebrick.

So today it's gone to the local Ford garage for a complete checkup, since it was due a service about 2,500 miles ago and.. er.. we never got round to it. I'm stranded!

Edit: FIVE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY QUID?!?!?! I think we'll shop around a little.

Working Nine to Five...

15:42.38 - Wednesday 25th August 2004   (Link to This Entry)

What a way to make a livin' - I've been plodding on with three different sites this morning, as well as answering emails and the like. Chief of them, really, is 'The Scotland Job' which is going to bring in a couple of hundred quid every other month. To begin with I will be doing a fair bit of work for that cash, but eventually there will be less and less to do while the money stays the same. Cool!

Ever hopefull, I went out and bought a Lotto ticket. Meh.