It never rains…
It’s not raining; it’s pouring.
After spending several squillion pounds on my bike the other day I rode off to work today happy.
Then I pushed it most of the way back – about six miles, because all the work they did to it last week, although necessary, was not the problem. If it turns out to be a broken spring I’m going to scream and scream until I’m sick.
I’ve told them to tell me how much it will cost this time, before they begin, and if it’s too much then I’ll just write it off. I’m self employed and next week my annual tax bill arrives. I don’t think my paltry little payment is going to keep blighty afloat for the next year but it’s a lot to me and I can’t spend every penny I haven’t got paying tax or throwing it away on an eight year old scooter.
Alright, rant over.
I hope you all had a great day.