Anything else want to go wrong?

Our car is shit. Graham says it's because I don't like it that it goes wrong but I'm certain that it's just because it's shit. anyway, recently that car has been the source of many woes. A shock absorber went about a month or more ago. So every corner or bump has sounded a little noisy. The car needed a tune as it had virtually no acceleration. So, we forked out a couple of hundred dollars to have that done. A headlight has gone. This meant that when I had to venture out to pick Graham up from the airport a couple of weeks ago I should have gone by the back roads, why I didn't is because for some bizarre reason I trusted my (drunk) fiance who said that I'd be fine on Mulgrave road. Where the police were doing alcohol checks. Not that I'd had even a sniff of alcohol so that was all ok, but they really didn't like the light. So, that was a $30 fine. Yippee. Mind you, it could have been worse, they threatened to pink sticker it (you get a lovely pink sticker that means the car is unroadworthy and you can't drive it until you've had it fixed) for the tyres being bald. We talked our way out of that one and thankfully they didn't notice as we drove off that a brake light had gone too... Anyway, we finally had the time, and the money, to have the shocky fixed, yippee! Graham even had the full weekend off so was going to fix the lights too! The car went in on Saturday morning and, at around 11.30am, we got a call to go and pick it up. Wonderful! A car that didn't make horrible noises whenever you did anything, perfect! So, to celebrate, we went shopping. We bought a Monopoly set (a special cricket Ashes edition, only $30, bargain!) and Graham really fancied having a barbeque so we went out and bought one, then we headed to Coles to do some shopping. This was a mistake. A couple of km's from home and the car starts to stutter. We coast to a stop at the side of the road and even though Graham has his foot flat to the floor on the accelerator, it splutters, coughs and finally, painfully, dies. Bastard thing. So, we decide that it's safer in the area that it's in than in front of the mechanics outside Graham's work so we, with our barbeque and Monopoly board, head home. Sans food because we never got to Coles. Pissed off we decide to have a game of Monopoly before putting the barbeque together. Another mistake. For a start, I lost 2 games in a row, badly, which made him feel better but did nothing for me. Secondly, once the bloody barbeque was together we realised that our gas bottle was too small and didn't fit the sodding fitting. Another 3 lost games of Monopoly, a fair bit of wine and beer later (me wine, him beer) we finally fall into bed. On Sunday, we walk to the local IGA before the sun gets too hot (it was overcast but trust me, my white English skin can still burn so I was plastered in sunscreen). We discovered that we could buy a new gas bottle at the Supercheap Auto on the way but it would be empty. They do a 'swap and go' systemy type of thing but this would mean buying a brand spanking new bottle and swapping it for an older one. Hmmm. Methinks not somehow. So, still no barbeque. And we discover that BWS (Beers, wines and spirits) has cartons of VB (the only thing apart from Crown Lager which is made by VB, that Graham will drink) on special offer. Given how expensive cartons are usually, this is a good thing. Or would be if we a) had a car to take it home in or b) weren't 2 hours early for it to open, it being Sunday. Bugger. So, home we go. Still without being able to use the barbeque. On a plus point though I did win the first game of the day against Graham. Quite comprehensively actually. Mid-afternoonish, after a sausage sandwich for lunch (and wedges for Graham) I decided that I would cheer both of us up with a cake. A nice big chocolate cake (sod the diet). I used the oven we've got (a fantastic thing, it's a big glass bowl with the fan oven in the lid, cooks like a dream and evenly too) to cook the cake and, unfortunately, it's missing two supports under the bowl so large cakes especially end up thicker at one end. I set it for 15 minutes and was going to turn it round after that but Graham suggested just piling a couple of coins under the bowl to even it up so I took the lid off to stop it cooking and found, to my great surprise, a sausage in the middle of my cake mix. It turned out that Graham had cooked his wedges in the oven earlier and when he'd taken the lid off he'd balanced it on the frying pan used to cook the sausages. We'd left 1 1/2 sausages after lunch and one of them had stuck to the hot oven part. When I'd then turned it on, the fan had made it drop off and into my cake mix. All I can say is that I'm glad I noticed it after 1 minute, not 15 or even 50! So here we are, Monday, no car, a barbeque that we can't use, a cake that hopefully doesn't taste of sausages (I didn't have any, I was good) and as I typed this last paragraph I've just found out that Graham's got to go to Townsville tonight so I'll be all alone. If anyone's listening, some good luck would be nice. A new car wouldn't go amiss either... :)