Thursday, 17 June 2010
I have discovered that the purpose of my life is to serve as a warning to all my blonde friends.
One such friend (who shall remain nameless, as I wish her to remain my friend) confessed to me that, after reading my blog post on my most recent car-tastrophe, she immediately took her own car in to the garage and asked them to check the oil.
She was down to her last smidgeon... apparently, one more journey to Bluewater and she'd have suffered the same fate.
See, it isn't just me...