I'm embarrassed by my reaction to yesterdays car drama.
This morning I donned my rubber gloves and went to work under the bonnet mopping up as much spilt oil as I could. Then I had a shower, got ready for work and called a taxi to take me to and from the car parts shop. Voila. Problem solved.
The initial fear of being alone, helpless and vulnerable doesn't get any easier as the dramas go on. I'm adapting to single life really well. Until something happens to make me feel so alone.
So I overreacted. I cried. I ranted in my diary. I couldn't get to sleep for worrying about it. And then Hey Presto! £30 later and its all sorted.
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