That's 4 gearboxes on 3 cars that she's trashed now.
To have one gearbox die is unlucky; they're a tad expensive to fix, after all (especially as she can only drive an automatic).
To have 2 die is dashed unlucky.
After the third, one would imagine that you'd take a long, hard look at your style of driving. Just to make sure that you weren't doing anything that was less than condusive to the health of your transmission.
To have 4 die pretty much confirms that you need to re-take your driving test.
I know what her problem is. We argued about it on many, many occasions.
How I (used to) come to a halt whilst driving an automatic;
#1 Bring the car to a halt.
#2 Select 'N'
#3 Apply handbrake.
#4 Select 'P'
How my ex comes to a halt whilst driving an automatic.
#1 Don't bother to stop completely.
#2 Select 'P' as quickly as possible, jolting the car to a sudden halt.
#3 Wonder why you've knackered 4 gearboxes over the years.
Each time I would attempt to point out that was, just perhaps, not the best way to treat our car, I'd get an earful, so I eventally gave up.
My explaination that it was akin to stopping a push-bike by inserting a broom handle into the back wheel fell on deaf ears.
The proof of the pudding......
TONIGHT'S MOOD: Wondering if she'll have the brass to come to me to help her get it fixed.
SOUNDTRACK: The Smiths - 'How Soon Is Now'
No real reason for the song choice, just a classic track that kind of fits my mood at the moment.....
FOOTNOTE: Some people just won't listen to advice.
You may think me a cynical old toad (maybe I am), but the current barrage of Valentine's Day bumf is seriusly getting on my tits.
Surely I'm not the only person who finds the whole debacle hurl-inducingly cheesy?
We saw the back of Christmas / New year (which is just as bad), only for it to be replaced by yet another example of over-commercialised bollocks that's designed to make us feel obliged to part with our cash.
You WILL buy an expensive card / bottle of sparkly pink wine / bunch of roses / cuddly toy holding a heart saying 'I love you' / cheesy CD compilation of love songs / over priced restaurant meal....woe betide you if you don't!!
The other 364 days of the year don't matter, you can be a total bastard for those, as long as you make a grand, over-sentimental display of affection on the 14th of February.
TODAY'S MOOD: Cynical, old and toadish.
SOUNDTRACK: Siouxsie and the Banshees - 'Love in a Void'
FOOTNOTE: Do you really find Valentine's Day romantic?
It's been a bit of a grim week as far as work is concerned; the recent inclemency of the English weather has seen to that.
We simply can't handle snow!!!
I lost two whole days of work because of it....not good...:-/
However, I managed to claw myself out of the doldrums a little this evening, when one of my newer clients had his four-week health check.
Since starting his diet and exercise regime on the 9th of January, he's lost 6.4kg (14.08lbs) of overall bodyweight.
This is made up of a body fat loss of 11.2kg (24.64lbs) and a lean mass GAIN of 5.3kg (11.66lbs).
He HAS got a lot of body fat to lose, and it's pretty common for such people to lose a large amount of weight in the first few weeks. Even so, he's done amazingly well at sticking to his diet and his home exercise program that I gave him. Not to forgetting his 2 PT sessions a week, of course.
It also means he'll be buying another block of 10 sessions from me. :-)
TONIGHT'S MOOD: Better.
SOUNDTRACK: The Cramps - 'You've Got Good Taste'
I was saddened today to learn of the death of The Cramp's vocalist, Mr Lux Interior on the 4th of February due to an existing heart condition.
I was well into The Cramps as a youth (indeed, I still am). I love their gothic-horror-rockabilly sound.
The world will be a less interesting place for your passing, Mr Interior :-(
REMEMBER: What you get out is directly proportional to the effort you put in.
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Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg!
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Azanmig huh?
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TODAY'S MOOD: Chilly.
SOUNDTRACK: Urban Cookie Collective - 'The Key, The Secret'
I little Old Skool dance for a snowy Thursday here in good old Blighty.....
FOOTNOTE: I culod raed it eislay, I msut hvae a gerat mnid!!!
It's been 2 years to the day since I split with Dawn.
When I actually sit and think about it, I can hardly believe how much my life has changed over the last 24 months.
There's still room for improvement, lot's of it, but things are generally moving in the right direction.
I've tried to trace back the chain of events that have led to my sitting here typing these words, but it's still a little difficult to see the wood for the trees.
I guess I'll just blame it on the proverbial butterfly flapping it's wings on a Chinese hillside......
TONIGHT'S MOOD: Reflective
SOUNDTRACK: David Bowie - 'Changes'
My epitaph...
FOOTNOTE: I wonder what I'll be writing in another 2 years?
