More potholes
Once again, I have hit a massive pothole on the road they call Life.
I think I may have bunched up my suspension, and I have concerns about my chassis.
I may be off the road for a day. Or two. Or three.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Head Rambles
A sideways look at life by an Irish Grandad
I’d sue the council if I were you.
As long as there’s fuel in the tank, the motor still runs and you’ve got wheels and can steer the thing, then the rest is fixable.
Though a knackered back and a pulled muscle, if that is the case, is a righteous swine.
Okay, 3 days – tops – then it’s back to the brain farts, frippery, banter and occasional chastisement.
Get well soon, dear Grandad!
I could hazard a guess at what form that pothole took…
Good luck.
Cat again?
Hope the road is smoother soon.
Carol x
Rotten potholes. Sending good thoughts your way.