Talking to a friend. We had planned to meet. “I got the day off work wrong,” he said. “Next week. Sorry.” I reminded him that I am, officially, the Most Disorganised Person in East Anglia and so say “Pfft” if not “Pshaw” to such small misremembers.
Furthermore, his car is in for repair. The garage has lent him a car. It is a Banger. Ooh, actually Banger sounds quite fun. No, it is an old and decrepit banger. A jalopy.
“No power steering” he said. “It’s a fight round every roundabout.” I sympathised. “It was only four years ago that I first got power steering” I said (I don’t do new cars and that). “A year ago, I didn’t have climate control. Alarming how quickly that seems normal.” “The only climate control I have is the window,” he lamented. “And that sticks.”
Look, darling heart, if you really want sympathy, don’t make me laugh like that. Hope the car is back in fighting trim soon. xx(x)