I think TheLoveMachine has died.
It’s been a bit of a bitch to start for weeks now, ever since the weather got colder. Then this morning it made a sound like a robot juggling chainsaws and smoke came pouring out of the back. I managed to get her as far as ‘Jim and Dougie’s’ garage before she stalled so I thought I’d better leave her there and catch the bus. Neither Jim nor Dougie looked particularly trustworthy but what could I do? Providence had placed me on their doorstep so it felt foolish to slap it in the face. At least I hadn’t conked out near a Pizza Hut or something.
Now I am at work, awaiting their call. Jim said it would be one of three options - something simple, something expensive, or something terminal. He said he’d let me know by 5pm. I feel like a condemned man waiting for the gallows. My chest is tight and stomach is gurgling and I can almost taste vomit in my throat. Mind you, that might be from the bus journey…
RC 21-11-12
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