Cell phopne stolen last week. A cold and a nasty cough.
And today I had a car accident. In my new(ish) beautiful car.
Driving along to work on 11th avenue Houghton, a fucking taxi doesn't stop at a stop street and just pulls out across the road, and I t-bone it. Thank God for ABS brakes. I nearly punched him when I got out. Taxis, for the lesser informed, in South Africa, are a nightmare. They drive like I would if I'd smoked crack.
Need a new bumper panel. My baby is hurt. Luckily I'm not.