Cars suck!

No, not Cars the movie, which I'm sure will be hilarious. Real cars suck. And right now the suckiest of them all is Mrs. Hyacinth Bucket, the poshmobile!
*draws deep breath*
As in 12 000 kr sucky. 1800$ sucky.
ARRRGH!

She's lost her head. The head gasket that is. It's bust and that's a bad bad thing. Bloody hell... It's rather complicated to fix it also, so it would take Simon forever to do, and he doesn't have forever right now. That means... shop. Shop means vampires that suck you dry.

There goes Love's new computer, the desperately needed one, seeing he doesn't have one fit for his work, nor is it his in the first place, the shit pile he has now.

And there goes all our holiday money, that would pay for a longer Germany vacation for both of us.

I'm so frustrated I could cry, but I tell myself not to. Because we got Hyacinth even though we knew of the extremely common head gasket problems with that engine, and we knew she hadn't had it replaced. But then again, we didn't know how much it would cost to have it repaired, and seeing the head gasket usually busts at half the mileage Hyacinth has done, we hoped she would be a good girl.

Oh, and did I mention the brakes? Needs new brakes, the bastard. But that's just peanuts compared to the head gasket. Or, that is money for parts and dinner for Simon that is. And sure, he liked peanuts, but he prefers things that used to go MOO.

Good news though... Hyacinth is such a rare thing as an brittish car with hardly any rust. But somehow that doesn't have me bouncing around at the moment.