ARGH

I've just spent an hour under my car trying to reassemble the exhaust which has fallen apart again. Don't believe the crap they write on exhaust repair kits. They are not easy, they are not quick. I've taken a chunk out of a knuckle, got rust in my eye, and my hands ache like hell. After all this, I started the engine to dry the paste that's supposed to hold the whole thing together - as the instructions specified - and the whole thing fell apart again.

Fuck it. Just fucking fuck it. I've had it up to my eyeballs with the whole fucking car. It needs a new mid-section exhaust, a new clutch, a new engine mount, the driver's side window is screwed, the doors never close properly, the stereo system is so fucked that I can't even begin to explain, the bodywork is a mess after my crash last year and I'm generally just sick of it.

I could buy a new car (as in second-hand) for the amount of money it's going to cost to repair all of this crap so I think it's time to just scrap the bastard and get a newer car that doesn't need every last part replacing.

Tomorrow I am going to have to do the trip to Newbury with the exhaust hanging off. Again. As if it wasn't enough fun the first time.

Now I'm going to go and have a bath to try and calm down, I'm so pissed off with everything.