It's just one of those things.

You know like oversleeping, or running out of milk when you want cereal for breakfast, or forgetting to fill up on petrol...

That sort of thing. Your run-of-the-mill, unfortunate everyday occurrence.

Haha. Not exactly.
What happened?

The boot of my car fell of this evening.

I know it doesn't look like much, but until you've had to stand for 20minutes, holding the boot on to the back of a car, you can't really appreciate how big of a deal this actually was.

Anyway, to get it back in to it's correct position, the bracket which wasn't broken had to be snapped, and thus the boot is currently resting as if nothing's wrong on the back of poor little Vernon (my car is named Vernon). Let's hope it's not wet and windy tonight!!

Praise Jesus for mechanics who work on bank holiday weekends and are willing to help you out!
Vernon goes in at 8am tomorrow morning, and I'm hoping he'll be fit as a fiddle to drive to Burnley at 2pm tomorrow afternoon.

But God is good.
:)
Regardless.