Oh my.... I don't know how much more I can take.
Guess where my car is. GUESS?!
No fucking need. It is where one of our cars always seems to be. In the fucking bastarding garage.
Yesterday it was juddering a bit, but I was running on fumes, and right by the house, so stuck it on the drive, and asked DP to get me a jerry can of petrol so I didn't risk it running out getting to the garage.
Well, I set off for my physio appt this afternoon, and the car juddered and shook the whole way there, and the exhaust management light came on flashing every time I accelerated, or was stop/starting at low speeds.
Managed to limp it back to a garage after the appt, and it is probably the coil pack and/or spark plugs. FAFS. Really? REALLY???
Can I take any more crap? You couldn't make this shit up. Honest to god.
I'll just repeat my favourite saying, courtesy of Dory... 'Just keep swimmin', just keep swimmin', just keep swimmin' '.
Anyone care to join in my screaming?!