I had a completely rubbishy day yesterday; and i recognised the fact that part of that was down to me.

I can't be seen by the psych until January (good job i'm not suicidal, eh?) i felt piqued that one of my colleagues jupmed in and took my work...

My car went into be repaired today. I thought that it would take a day. Apparently it could take a week. This is not good, especially since i have a courtesy Ka, which i find extremely difficult to drive. Fortunately i don't have a busy weekend.

The most annoying thing is that i left some stuff in the car because i didn't realise how long it would take. Still it has given me the incentive to get it properly valeted when i get it back. It needs a damn good clean and damn the expense for once.