Cars...again

Aaah, just when you thought all my whinging and grumbling about cars was long gone, here's some fresh new complaining for you to enjoy.

Mr WithaY's Landrover is apparently making "weird, loud, bearing-type noises". He's just come back after rollocking all over Salisbury Plain in it, so it is possible he just has an angry badger* wedged in the rear axle.

Other news: I can now play both riffs** from Bryan Adams' "Run To You". Am I a rock goddess or what?



*Or maybe some unexploded ordnance, it's hard to tell in this light.

**The slow one at the start of the song, and then the little twinkly one in the middle. Go and listen to it again if you're confused.

Cars

Are nothing but trouble.

Mr WithaY is currently on his way home (on his birthday, just to add insult to injury) with his beloved Landrover on the back of a repair truck.

All the way from Devon. Apparently the diffs were making a scary noise, and he called the rescue people, who told him not to try and drive it, hence the rescue truck.

So, his car is into the garage this afternoon. Mine is off to the Toyota garage in Trowbridge next Tuesday.

I am going to drive into town now to get some stuff for dinner tonight. Our mate Owen is coming over for the evening. Wish me luck.

I assume I will get back, but if not, it's been emotional.