2002 was going to be the year things got better. Admittedly, 2001 was only really bad in one big and very specific way, but 2002 was going to be better. We’re now, what, just over 40 hours into the new year, and it has already been an unmitigated disaster. Let me present my case for this assessment:
- At the stroke of midnight, the start of the New Year, my girlfriend and I were in bed. Separately. At her Mum's place. We should have been at a party not terribly far away, but her cold was now so bad that there wasn't any hope of her being able to go. She and her Mum went to bed early.
On New Year's Day, the car broke down as we were driving up the M4. After an hour and a half shivering by the side of the road, the AA man turned up. An hour later he told us that the car was screwed and that we'd need to be towed. The tow truck would take six hours to arrive. We'd have frozen to death in that time. In the end, we bought a new battery off his as a temporary fix and gambled on getting home. We nearly made it. We had to abandon the car outside a pub and get a taxi home. We're going back for it with a new battery tonight.
Lorna's grandad has just been hospitalized.
What fun!