On the car front, things have gone from bad to worse.
Remember the courtesy car that we were stuck with? Well as of Saturday, that has now broken down and won’t go in gear. We’ve had the AA out, they can’t fix it. So, now it’s just a matter of waiting for the Easter holiday to be over so that we can kick some ass with the people at the garage. This entire process has been a pain in the arse from start to finish. The point of having a courtesy car is to minimise inconvenience, but given that our courtesy car was unsuitable for my wheelchair and now doesn’t even get K from A to B, it’s been more trouble than it’s worth.
And that’s before we even get to the bit where the garage originally only did half of the repair job and every time we spoke to them, they tried to charge us the £300 excess fee again and actually argued with us every. mortal. time. when we told them that we’ve paid it already so no, we’re not going to pay it again.
I’ll be buggered if we’re ever going with this garage again. It’s like skinning your forehead on gravel and then daubing it with vinegar.
To cheer myself up, I’m doing Musical Monday (a la 0ddness)
This is a performance of The Ride by Prince and The N.P.G. taken from an Aftershow Party in London during 1994. The guitar solo(s) in this Fucking. Rock. Amen. Press play, turn your headphones up and blow your ears off. And that’s an order.
A full-time wheelchair user since 1998, Claire lives in an adapted bungalow in England with her Partner of 10 years and their two dogs: 
AA? Bunch of incompetent boobs.
I’ve been a member since I was born, which means I get the complimentary everything as I had 17 years of no callouts..:lol: Bless my mother for thinking of that one.
I called them out to the Maestro when I couldn’t start it…AFTER I’d tried swapping everything from sparkplugs, to carburettor, to management system off the spare car etc. They came out, spent 50 minutes on it and declared the car dead beyond economic repair. It took me a further 30 minutes with a torch and his test gear to track the problem down to a chafed wire in the deepest engine bay and connect it with a chocolate block..and it started first time.
Then when the Astra’s rear brakes self destructed while moving last year, they kept us waiting immobilised for about 6–7 hours, followed by a call saying “it might be midnightish”, before we found a friend with a car to help me drag it to my nans, at which point the AA said “ah, great..can we leave it and come out to it tomorrow instead then?”
I very politely told them to get stuffed, and managed to limp it to a garage regardless.
Is it an automatic car, or manual?