domingo, 23 de novembro de 2008
To whom it may concern, My car broke down as i was going to work today. I was just about to grab my morning drink when it died on me (causing my drink to fall into rather uncomfortable parts of my body). The mechanics say it doesn't have much life left in it, but i still want it fixed (for all those memories i had in it, such as lonely rides to yorkshire). The mechanic says it will cost me £3000. Being an art handler with just enough for cigarettes, lipstick, and rent. I don't believe i can afford it. But i will manage (granted i take some "small" weights out of my husbands bank account, which is small mind you but he had been saving it up to buy a tea cosy).