Screwed Again!

A welcome lay in bed this morning and general lazing around too until we have to go into town so that Phil can get his hair cut.

So by 2pm we are in the city centre and it's boiling. I am consequently regretting the choice of top that I've put on, so whilst Phil is getting trimmed I nip and get a couple of t-shirts, one of which I change into in the changing rooms (after paying for it of course) and then continue about my business, mainly looking at mobile phones, none of which I can have yet until a months time when my current contract runs out.

I meet Phil shortly afterwards and we have a quick squizz around some of the camera shops to price compare what they are asking for the Canon EOS 350d - most of which I'm happy to report were asking about £100 more than what we are paying for it off Amazon.

We also pick up some camping gear, such as a tent, and some ground mats, and a few foldable chairs for our weekend away at JAE which is coming up shortly.

Eventually we wind our way home, and Phil checks out our order for the camera on Amazon, good job he did too, because it appears that the delivery estimate has gone up by about 4 weeks (plus a week for posting)!!! So after weighting up the pro's and con's we cancel the order with Amazon and buy the camera from Dabs instead, its more pricey but we'll be guaranteed to get the camera in time for our Hols and various other events that we might want to take it to.

We're off to the cinema tonight and so head off down the motorway. Everything is going fine, and then "BOING" goes the car, and you'd not believe it but the bloody puncture warning light comes on the car again! 2 bloody flat tyres in as many weeks! Plus the fact were half way between home and the cinema - what to do? We decide however to carry on to the cinema (I'll be darned if I'm gonna waste £12 on tickets and not see the film), but just at 50 mph rather than the usual 70 odd we do on the motorway. We turn off and take a back route so we don't endanger ourselves or anyone else on the road by going so slowly on a fast road.

We watch Madagascar, which is quite good, but doesn't really extract me from the rather big strop I'm in facing the fact that I'm now going to have to fork out another £170 for a new tyre - I'm really not a happy bunny at all to say the least. I just can't believe it!! Talk about bad luck... never had one single flat tyre ever and now I've had 2 - I wouldn't mind so much if there were cheap tyres but they ain't - not by a long shot. I almost feel as if I don't want to drive the car anymore for the fear of running over something else that might cost me a small fortune.

Finally we get home rather late after traveling back at our restricted speed, and after me cursing everyone / everything under the sun I chill out enough to get a little shut eye, though I dare say I was probably cussing in my sleep also.

I hate days like this, it's like fate, bad luck and sod's law just shit all over you without so much as a thankyou.

Posted by Abi on the July 9, 2005 11:09 PM

the_one_and_only_bitch at July 17, 2005 9:52 PM