I'm obviously in need of a new car. Or a new knee. Or both. I got up this morning and only got as far as sitting on the toilet and my knee went "ow" and I went "bugger". It's been fine on the short trips I have been doing but two hours of constant driving was too much. So I'm now not driving at all until Saturday when I'm going to leave it at the nearest train station. Which will mean I won't be able to drink at the ZZ9 AGM but does mean I won't get all stressed when the train back is late and I miss the bus. I've got another driving lesson on Wednesday, so that'll kill it again. So I'm going to Emma's on the train, I think.

I want to take my body back and complain. I'm sure there's more of it not working than is working.

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