Betty

Betty. The first time I've mentioned a name on here. The thing that if any of my friends read will identify who I am. Not that I have been super anonymous or anything....

Betty may be on her deathbed and I am distraught. Following her accident, she came back looking just like she did before.


I was her first owner. The one who nourished her, looked after and cared to her every whim. No cost was too expensive for her. Whatever she needed she got.

I can't believe that it might end like this.

Last night, I actually cried. I know that seems silly but I've had her for 5 years. My beautiful beautiful car Betty.

It's not looking promising. Oil has mixed with water in the coolant bit (very technical!) and apparently my head gasket is cracked. It's not what I was hoping for. Having spoken to a few friends, it's going to cost me a bit to try and fix it; and if the damage is worse than anticipated, I may need a whole new engine!

People get attached to all kinds of things and for me, Betty is my saviour. When I needed solitude, when I needed space, when I needed to get from A to B; I could always depend on her.

What has surprised me through all of this is the response of my friends. All have been incredibly supportive - Betty is as much theirs as she is mine. She has been a money saver (no need for taxis after a late night out!), she has provided us with amusing stories with Cuban diplomats and all in all, we have had some good times in her.

But I have to make a special mention to A - he has been amazing! When I told him, his response was something like that of SWAT team. After his initial "NOOOOOOOOOOOO", he phoned his father in-law to be (who has his own garage) and explained the situation. The only thing being that if I take Betty there, it's halfway across London. But A called me last night and said that he had also spoken to someone he works with who might be able to fix it. When I told him I cried, he didn't laugh at me. And for someone who makes fun of me at any and every given opportunity, I was so impressed. But that wasn't just it.

He text me last night after we spoke with really rubbish (and politically incorrect) jokes and I replied that they had elicited a small smile (I'm really gutted!). To which he replied "Don't worry. We gonna get her fixed up."

And no matter what anyone tells me about him - I will love him always!

Three Weeks

I don't care how you feel about me or "us".

I miss our aimless banter.

I miss our pointless arguments.

I miss our random texts.

I miss being able to call you without it costing you a bomb.

I'm just looking forward to you coming home.

Language Barrier & Love Yous

I nearly made it two years. TWO whole years!

There I was this morning, singing along to the radio and waiting for the cars to pass so I could get a gap to pull out and *THUD*. "Bollocks!" is what I thought as I said it out loud! So close to work. I checked my review mirror and I see the front grill. This was not a car and as I get out of the car, I see a fuck off massive truck! I am not a confrontational person so I didn't get out ranting and raving.

Yes, that's right. I had a car accident this morning. With a ginormous lorry. I am so pissed off just at the inconvenience of it all. To top it all off, it wasn't a British trucker. It was a German trucker who didn't speak English, didn't understand English and looked completely bewildered! The back of my car is battered somewhat. The insurance company sent a recovery truck to pick the car up and take it to the garage. I can now tick "travel in a recovery truck" off my list of things to do before I'm 20 30 list.

I was at work for an hour before the truck came and brought me home. I managed to bring my work home though but have now developed some pain in my shoulders (delayed onset of whiplash maybe?) and I am going on my third date with J tonight (we're going bowling!).

And if that was not bad enough, to top it all off, as I was talking to my insurer on the telephone, I ended our conversation with "Thanks very much. Love you". I was aghast! I couldn't believe that I'd said that. So I apologised profusely and hung up very sheepishly!

The thing is - I only talk to a few people on the phone - mainly family, A, B and S. And I always say "Love you" at the end of conversation. Clearly I just got carried away!

Episodes with a MOP*

I think I have phases with this one.

Random episode last week:

MOP: And how are you doing? How’s everything going?
Me: *swoon* Yeah, it’s going good. I’m getting to grips with the system.
MOP: Have you been getting harassed on the communicator (internal version of msn messenger!) yet?
Me: *smiling ever so much* No, not yet. I don’t think people know who I am yet!
MOP: How can they not know who you are?! I’ll ping (message me on the communicator) you!
Me: *giggle like a love struck school girl* Thanks...

But then the other day I was listening to him and he does whinge like nobody’s business! It’s mad.

*MOP – Man of Power.

Time Again

That time of year again!

So happy birthday!!!








To me! :)