Yesterday I started writing a blog about how the relationship you have with your car is like the relationship you best friend warns you never to have. One of those 'seriously, get out NOW!' relationships. It might have had something to do with having my car serviced and discovering I needed three new tyres. I was bitter and unhappy. Kind of like being in a bad relationship. Then when I went to pick up my car I was so happy to see her and she was all free and new and the spider webs had been cleaned off, I forgave her and everything was wonderful.
See? Like a BAD relationship.
Still didn't finish the blog though. I realised I sounded too resentful and accusatory.