There must be something in the air, but this definitely hasn’t been my week. The world is conspiring against me. Headaches at work, nothing seems to go right. On Thursday, I managed to catch the side of the car as I was parking in the multi-storey car park at the office:

The man from the body shop is coming out tomorrow to give me an estimate, confirming whether the damage is as expensive as it looks. Secretly, I hope he’ll tell me that it’s just superficial and that it will buff right out. But that isn’t the sort of week I’m having. It’s more of a “Oh, it looks like you managed to bend the frame. I’ve never seen that happen before at 5mph. I’m afraid we’re going to have to total your car” kind of week…

Just when I’d resigned myself to spending a lot of money on a new paintjob, I walked out this morning to discover that…

…my tyre was flat. Some days it’s just not worth getting out of bed.