No motor, no worries

Everyone seems concerned about my lack of transport, except me. 
I’m not sure what the problem is. I have my bike, Philippa has a car, we don’t have any major journeys planned in the next few days, and if all else fails I can walk to work in under an hour, so what’s the problem? I told Hannah about the car and she said “oh, damn, these things always happen on a Bank Holiday, don’t they?” I thought about pointing out the fact that multiple Bank Holidays go by without anything like ‘these things’ happening, but instead I settled for saying “It’s Gods fault. He hates me. You should get your boyfriend to have a word with him” and left it at that. 
I’m so anti-driving at the moment that I’m considering letting the mechanics keep the car and carry on life without one. At the very least, I’d save myself a few hundred quid a year on fuel and tax and insurance and sundries. The other option I’m looking at is buying back TheLoveMachine and quitting work to go cruising around the countryside in a camper……

RC 29-8-16