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Francis Fiat, my beloved car, was broken into last week (Friday 14th March early morning) outside of Will’s house in Manchester (and this is meant to be the ‘nice’ area). He had his back passenger window smashed:

…and my iPod and Sat Nav were stolen Also, annoyingly I’d accidently left my purse in my car after going to tesco; so that was stolen too! The one frickin night I left it in there, my car gets violated. Even more conveniently I had a huge psychology report in on that Friday , and quite frankly I was in no state to be analysing personality test scores. So I was a bit stuck, I’d rang the police, rang the parents, but couldn’t get hold of my lecturer to delay my deadline. I had no money to even buy some plastic sheeting and tape to cover up my window (because my purse had been stolen) and it was looking as though the rain was coming.

I gave Will a lift to work, then drove around for a little bit aimlessly, crying my eyes out not knowing what to do. So I decided to go back to my halls, rang and cancelled all my bank cards (which I found in my bag later in the day anyway *rolls eyes*), and called my insurance company etc, then found some change from my pot in my room and went to B & Q to get some tape. Luckily, Will managed to get through to the head of psychology and I got an extention with no chance of penalisation. Got my window all covered up, and booked for Autoglass to come and fix my window on the Sunday -which was enough hassle let alone what was to come.

So Sunday came, the guy from Autoglass had to ring me 4 times to work out how to get into my Halls carpark (when I had already explained to the man on the phone to inform the man coming to fix my window how to get in “underneath the building, ramp on the left, press the reception button I’ve informed them that you’re coming and they’ll let you in” it’s not friggin’ rocket science ! ) Finally he managed to get in and he started cracking on. Half an hour later or so, he was finished. He showed me the window working (which was good -apart from the window isn’t Fiat and so doesn’t match), then said, that as he was taking the door panel off there was a small crack at the bottom and the whole panel cracked off. He said, to quote “I’ve glued it back on and it’s barely noticeable” The Jim Royle part of me then took over in my head as I thought to myself “Barely noticeable MY ARSE!” It was done so badly, and even though I am a huuge perfectionist, I reckon even a normal person wouldn’t be happy. I asked him if he could do anything, and he said, “well there was a crack and I couldn’t do anything, you’ll have to get a new one from a scrap yard”. I couldn’t believe it. I paid £70 for that!

As soon as he’d left I got on my phone to the complaints department. They said they would ring me on Monday morning and would order a new door panel from Fiat. So not only did he lie saying it was nothing to do with him, and he couldn’t do anything; he actually went through damages already on the car with me before he started to cover his back and mentioned nothing of a crack on the door panel!

That night, after further inspecting my car to find glue on the material of the panel, and screwdriver marks on the handle, the central locking went dodge! Spazzing out whenever I tried to lock it, it kept unlocking itself! Creeped me and Will out, thought we were going to get locked in my car! Eventually after opening the back passenger door and slamming it shut, the locking went back to normal, luckily!

So, 2pm on Monday and no one had rang me yet, so I rang autoglass, and it took the girl on the phone about 15 minutes JUST to bring up my file on the computer. After all that hassle, I just ended up passing everything to the Blackpool department, because I was coming back to St. Annes for Easter. After conversing with Blackpool just once I was impressed at how competant they were compared to Manchester, and my door panel was arranged to be fitted on the Wednesday no trouble.
Everything was sorted out fine (Kudos to Blackpool Autoglass), and now Francis is perfect again (apart from his scratches on the driver door courtesy of some wanker when I was in Spain and Francis was unattended )

Okay so upon walking home from the corner shop (to get some bacon) this morning, I looked at my bumper (which a woman reversed into a few months ago) and thought ‘I need to get that fixed’…then as I looked along my car, there are a fuck load of scratches, red and blue paint, and dents in my car.

I can’t believe it, it’s on the pavement side as well!! I have no fucking clue who or what caused it, all I know is that I’m so angry and so upset.

It put me off my bacon butties!

Here’s a photo:

UPDATE: After a bit of a brain storm on TSR I’ve come to the conclusion that it was a fucking Stagecoach bus and it must have happened a few days before or something, here is my evidence:

UPDATE TWO: Car has been fixed good job and a bargin price too!

So my neighbour, G to the Angsta, thinks he can YET AGAIN rival my sound system, with his S to the hite music.

Therefore today he shall feel the wrath of PANTERA!!!11!1

When will he learn?!

Oh and Mr. Parking space 25, left me an apology in response to the note I left on his car. Thank you Tony of flat 18K for moving your car!

I’m irritated.

My car park space is Number 26.

Thing is there is a guy who parks in space 25, and he keeps parking with this rear end over my space. Which makes it really difficult for me to get in my space. Mr. shitty car space 27 is rarely parked there, but when he is, he parks on the line between mine and his space -which leaves me with even less room. So if they were both parked there, I wouldn’t be able to get into, or out of my space.

What annoys me more is the fact that the guy in space 25, has room in front of him! Whereas I can’t move any further back to maneuver because there is raised decking. AND the guy in space 27 doesn’t even have a space next to him!

Think I’m going to write a note and put it on Mr. 25’s windowscreen. Thing is I don’t know what to put.

I just hate how inconsiderate other drivers can be sometimes!

On the up side -as of December 1st, it is now officially the start of the Christmas count down!! Today my advent calendar chocolate was; what looked like a reindeer? Although it could have been anything. I’m sure the quality used to be a lot better when I was younger -now you just get some illegible chocolate shape. Although, this year my mum got me a ‘Milkybar’ advent calendar and I’m well chuffed as milk chocolate advent calendars don’t taste like normal chocolate but ‘Milkybar’ does. Kudos to mum!

I can’t wait to go home for christmas. With the decorations, and coal fire, and the fudge, and family! It makes me feel all warm thinking about it

Today was a step up in my driving career.

On my way home, from Preston to Manchester with Will, I was cruising along the M61 in the middle lane, when I spotted something in my wing mirror approaching in the outside lane. It was silver, very sexy, and a Ferrari. As soon as it caught my eye I knew I was going to be in awe at its style and speed. It was a Ferrari after all.

It flew past me, at what was about 100 mph, only to be cut off by some Peugeot over taking in the outside lane. “What is he doing?” I shouted “taking on a Ferrari?!” The Peugeot obviously slowed the Ferrari down, giving the Ferrari the only choice but to weave into the middle lane and under take the Peugeot, by this time I was in the outside lane trying to get a better view of the sex machine.

The Ferrari moved into the middle lane, I um’ed and ah’ed, and then with my foot firmly on my accelerator, I pushed my lil Fiat Punto to the limit, as I very cheekily OVERTOOK the Ferrari.
Yes, I, Louise Bamford, overtook a Ferrari, I deserve a chufty badge, and if you don’t believe me I have proof!

I was driving to Lytham for a Mcdonalds tea, and along Blackpool Road, from a far I thought I saw a really big cat (just domestic -no lions here) strolling across the road. I slowed up a bit, to give it a bit of time to get across, but as I got closer I realised it wasn’t a cat, but it was a Peacock! Not just any peacock, it looked like one of the regulars from round South Park, (quite a familiar sight if you take the 11 bus to or from Lytham), it was also one of the slowest moving peacocks I’ve ever come across, I even had time to take a photo of it while I stood stationary in the road.

One the topic of roads and animals, recently I’ve seen far too much roadkill for my liking, including flat headed rabbits, squirrels face up in the middle of the road, and the other day a pigeon flew into a truck in front of me, and cascaded along the side to narrowly miss hitting my window screen. Not to mention the pigeon with it’s guts out in front of my drive way. Not good.

Upon driving home a few minutes ago back from Will’s flat, I noticed a sticker on the back of a car of a disabled driver. The fact they were disabled hasn’t got much to do with the story, but I felt it needed to be pointed out. Back to the sticker, it was a little on the small side, so you could say that I actually edged forwards a touch to gather a better view of the sticker. Only to find it read:

keep your distance!

What the fuck use is that?

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Today, I passed my driving test!!!!

6 minors -oh well, who cares? I can drive my sexy fiat punto!