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Having bottled out of buying a new car (despite actually picking a couple that I planned to test-drive), I have booked the old Micra in for a service on Wednesday. Not buying a new car has the pleasing side-effect of making me feel six grand richer than I did last week, albeit at the expense of still owning a car that does not have power steering.
But the battery hadn't gone flat in the nigh-on three weeks that I had neglected to drive it.
Which is more than can be said for the Rio, which is becoming notoriously unpredictable. It's a pity really, because the Citizen doesn't have as a good a volume output (important in London where there is often a lot of extraneous noise) and the controls are more fiddly.
If the Rio packs up completely I may take it apart and see if I can fix in a new battery. In the meantime, I ought to allocate an evening to at least transferring my gym tracks to the Citizen, if nothing else.
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My life is complex at the moment, and I wish it wasn't so. I spent too long building up cynical barriers so that, whatever happened, I could pretend not to care. But sometimes (say, once every 20 years or so) things come along that are too important for that, and I have to admit that I do care. Still, we survive, and that which does not kill us, makes us stronger. But how long can the main driving force in my life be hatred and a subsconscious (well, not so subconscious, in fact) cry of "I'll show them. I'll show them"? As it happens, as driving forces go, it's probably a fairly good one. But it does seem to indicate a seriously scarred personalilty.
But the battery hadn't gone flat in the nigh-on three weeks that I had neglected to drive it.
Which is more than can be said for the Rio, which is becoming notoriously unpredictable. It's a pity really, because the Citizen doesn't have as a good a volume output (important in London where there is often a lot of extraneous noise) and the controls are more fiddly.
If the Rio packs up completely I may take it apart and see if I can fix in a new battery. In the meantime, I ought to allocate an evening to at least transferring my gym tracks to the Citizen, if nothing else.
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My life is complex at the moment, and I wish it wasn't so. I spent too long building up cynical barriers so that, whatever happened, I could pretend not to care. But sometimes (say, once every 20 years or so) things come along that are too important for that, and I have to admit that I do care. Still, we survive, and that which does not kill us, makes us stronger. But how long can the main driving force in my life be hatred and a subsconscious (well, not so subconscious, in fact) cry of "I'll show them. I'll show them"? As it happens, as driving forces go, it's probably a fairly good one. But it does seem to indicate a seriously scarred personalilty.
