Oh dear. I have been a bad daughter today. I shouted at Matty. Just because she made another (unnecessary) appointment with her solicitor. I started off by gently explaining that no, she didn't need a face-to-face appointment this time. For God's sake Matty - realise solicitor's services are not covered by the NHS. Anyway they're boring (sorry Bliss and JS) but your legalese is dull, dull, dull and damned expensive. But then when I asked her if she wanted to come out with me tomorrow she said "No. Because I'm not worth tuppence after the way you went on and on to me about that solicitor's appointment." So there you have it - if I've ever given anyone the impression that I am a doting, attentive daughter the truth is now out. I'm a feughing German philosopher that rhymes with rant.
That was the confessional part - now for the rant. Cartridge World. Yes you, you little twerp. I notice you're not displaying R plates so I assume you've been driving for a while. Long enough anyway to have forgotten your Highway Code. Just after 6pm on the A26 this evening - you cut me up on the roundabout. I was worried about you, thought your indicator signal wasn't working for you failed to use it on six occasions. Then at the mini-roundabout at Sainsburys you made a right turn and for once you indicated. So no problems there then. Car's a good advertisement then - for a really crap driver.