So... The exhaust fell off my car today.

Yes, another thing in the long, long list of problems with my car. Not even a month ago I had a new head gasket, starter motor and water pump. That all came to the grand total of £700. I was skint at the time and managed to scrape it all together. I seriously mean scrape. I had absolutely nothing in my account after that fateful day.

So today, I was leaving campus and heard a funny clunking sound. Then the car started to sound like a jet. Not a jet garage, a jumbo jet. I'm sure they heard me coming all over Warrington. So I continued to ASDA, it was a shoe emergency and when I got back. A fellow student flagged me down and gave me the middle section of my exhaust. It's now sitting in the back seat.

Needless to say, I'm not particularly keen to get it fixed, I'd rather push it in a canal. But unfortunately, I need her, I like her no matter what huge expense she throws at me, but I still am not looking forward to the three mile drive to Kwik-Fit tomorrow. And if I'm perfectly honest, I just can't wait to get rid of her now!

That drive to the garage tomorrow, people will stare, others will flash their lights as if I don't know that my exhaust is slightly louder than theirs... Ok the loudest you have ever heard. It's going to be embarrassing, then when I get to Kwik-Fit, they'll see wee me coming and add 90% onto their prices and fob me off with a half hearted job that will cost three times the price. They will think I don't know what I'm talking about but to be honest, I know absolutely everything that can go wrong on a car. And how, when you think that it's as bad as it can possibly get and the price is as high as you think it will rise. Things will always get worse. And more expensive.

This really is the last repair. I can't take it anymore. But then, the MOT is due on June 3. And that will probably fail. Just because it's me, and it's Beryl and we don't have a very good relationship at the moment.