Fu**ing sh**ting c**ting bollocks.
It’s hard to put into words the feeling of anger mixed with sadness mixed with rage, but the sentiment above is a mild explanation of how I’m feeling right about now.
It actually happened. My pride and joy, the one inanimate object in my life that I care about as I would a family member, has been in an accident.
Whilst safely parked.
In short, the driver’s door has been totalled. I can only thank a divine being of your choice that it was only the door itself that was damaged.
Thankfully the colleague responsible admitted fault and is paying all repair costs. If this was a hit-and-run I’d confine myself to a padded cell to ensure I avoided a murderous rampage.
This is going to keep me busy for a while. Sigh.