A Posting Virgin

I have never been a blogger before but thought I would give it a go.....I gave live journal a crack once before but never got into it, but now that I am a bit older, perhaps I will have more to say :)

Where to begin...my day started out in the usual fashion, having a bit of a sleep in until noon at Tony's, followed by a late breakfast and then a relax on the lounge. We were reminiscing over the events of the weekend and how much fun it had been. My happy little world was shattered though when Tony's flatmate came home and gave me the bad news that my car had been smashed in at the back. I seriously thought Andrew was kidding, but alas, no. I went outside to discover that my lovely little Festiva, that I am planning on trading in to purchase a new car in a week or so, has a smashed tail light, a broken bumper and a dented boot region. The man across the street came over when he saw us and said that at 3am he heard hooligans racing up and down the street and then heard a rather loud crash. It turns out they had peen pulling a green bin behind them in the car somehow and had let it go when they reached where my car was parked. This is probably due to the fact that there were cars parked on both sides of the street. The bin has then hit my car with some force causing dents to the body as well as smashing the plastic bumper and tail light.

I was so horrified and shocked that I began to cry. I do not see why drunk fuckwits feel the need to go around terrorising people and damaging other people's property for no good reason at all. I am meant to be selling my car and have already had it valued, so now I am faced with the dilemma whether to fix my bumper or just trade it in as is, and hope for the best. I think I will be taking option B. It really does shit me how little respect some people have for other's belongings. In the 10 years I have had my car, I have had the following things happen:

• my hubcaps stolen
• my car coined down one side
• my rear wiper snapped off
• my numberplates stolen
• i drove into a pole
• i reversed into a car at carousel
• i drove into a car
• i reversed into burnt out car body that had been dumped in front of our Bedford house (long story)
• my car was tagged in black marker in Bedford
• and finally the latest damage caused by a fucking bin!

I seriously don't know whether the little red car is a magnet for drama, whether I am a shit driver, or whether all these things are just to test my patience, or perhaps a combination of all three. I really don't know why there are such losers out there in the world and why normal people have to be so careful where they park just so as to not give dickheads the temptation. I just don't understand!

Enough of my rant, and I apologise for my language. On a happier note, Tony was good in a crisis and gave me a rather long hug and a kiss, which did make me feel better and was all that he could do I guess!

On another note, I had a fabulous time at Melinda and Tony's engagement party last night and was really pleased that Tony got to meet all of my closest friends and that I only received positive feedback about him. He had a great time and was really pleased he came along. I am now looking forward to my birthday festvities on Friday and having a good time with everyone all over again.