Other shoe to drop

This past weekend didn't exactly go to plan. Friday night my parked car was stoved into by a guy who was rammed off the road.

So... my haircut planned for Saturday had to be cancelled, my motor's MOT this morning is off and hanging out with my mate in Brighton on Friday evening was definitely off.

All in all, this sort of thing makes you become a grown up rather quickly, as you have to deal with "claims departments" and police and complete strangers. All such fun.

Now three days after the event, all I can feel is deep embarrassment. It's taking all my fibre to actually admit to someone what happened. I don't know why, it wasn't even my fault. Not like I was caught drink driving or anything that would actually justify embarrassment.

Also, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Call it Catholic guilt, but I don't believe crap happens to people for no reason, and crap usually comes to the party with friends. Again, there's nothing you can really do about these sorts of situations, so I'm just steadying myself for the worst.

At least I got a partial rebate on train tickets I couldn't use a result of the situation AND I got to play Burnout 3 yesterday morning, so it's not been all bad.