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More car problems. Woe. Apparently there is a spring that returns your brake pad to where it should be after you've used it and one of them has snapped, therefore rendering my car an immovable object. Of course it did that at 5pm this afternoon, so I was left waiting in the car park for an hour before the nice RAC man turned up, informed me that there wasn't anything he could do and then kindly gave me a lift to the railway station. Not much you can do that time of night, really, so I might as well avail myself of the free towing service tomorrow when I can do some negotiations with my local garage and get the car dropped off there. *crosses fingers*

And hence home, getting in about 15 minutes ago. As a result, I am currently taping the new (to us, anyway) episode of Stargate SG-1, while I drink coffee, eat chocolate biscuits and whine a little.

Today had been pretty good at work too. Apart from H. of course, who is a gobby cow at the best of times (one of those people who you almost have to tell to shut up and listen to what you're saying). At about 3pm this afternoon, I informed her that if she got in touch with our solicitors, she might (in the way of Victorian gentlemen) learn something to her advantage. Come 4.45pm when I asked her if she'd done so, her response was "I know what my job is". Well, hon, you're not doing a very good job of proving that by getting all defensive when I'm trying to keep you from getting a 'get your arse down to court now' phonecall tomorrow. *shrugs*