Wednesday

Yesterday gave wife a lift to town to sign on with yet another job agency. Pulling into a parking spot i decided it wasn't big enough and tried to reverse out no reverse gear, gear box is fucked, just like that.....I've been tense for days and i sort of lost the plot, it was just too fucking much to cope with.... the car minuets before a magic carpet to places became on big fucking liability. Wife took over and phones AA from the agency.... they arrived ascertained it was fucked beyond their ability, ordered up a pick up truck. The AA were so nice, i told the guy that the difficulty was that one of us had to be home for three to pick up our lad... so the nice guy volunteered to give wife a 12 mile lift home. (they returned ten mins latter as wife had forgotten her paperwork then went off again lol) I waited for the truck, the fucking car wouldn't roll backwards to gain room to tow it up the ramp, had to get the first guy back and he jacked it and we pushed it diagonal so we didn't block the whole street. Even the tow truck guy who was notably more gruff only swore at me one, when i shut his hand in the car door!....I told him to take it to the garage in the Mid-nowhere and i had to go on bus. This was partly as i was pig sick of it and wanted to go home and partly as Mid-nowhere is hell to get home from. Then i worried that the garage had a big fire next door in a tyre dump a few weeks ago and might not be open so when home i jumped every time the phone rang in case it was the AA saying they couldn't drop it off....

This morning wife made me phone the garage. Apparently the car is in the middle of his yard being unable to move back or forwards now! The sulky mechanic said he could even look at it till next monday. Fucking hell. Last time this happened it cost near on £700.... wife disapeard upstairs and secretly phoned her mum, her mums lending us some money to get it fixed. Wife knew i was on the edge of going mental, im really feeling the strain now, uncertainty and worry.