When everything starts going wrong
The kitchen oven was first. An element or something has gone which means it takes twice as long to cook anything. Then my printer stopped printing in colour, and despite frequent cleaning and replacing with manufacturer’s cartridges the problem hasn’t gone away. (It’s about one month out of warranty, of course). The next day my flat screen monitor gave up the ghost. OK, that was about ten years old, so what can you expect? But I’m currently using an old backup CRT monitor which has reduced my desk-space by about 90 percent. I’d forgotten what monsters these things are! All of the above will, no doubt, have to be replaced since cost-of-repair will prove prohibitive.
But then came the killer. Bruised, Battered and Sore best describes how I felt having taken my car down to the garage for its MOT, and was told a little later that I would have to spend nearly a Grand to get it through the test. Brakes, (front and back), something called a coil spring, gaskets, seals and other “stuff” needed attention. Seems I’m going to have to bite the big-end and have the work done.
Later in the day, and feeling the need to vent my spleen, I forced myself to think up a gag, and I came up with this one.
Very therapeutic this cartooning lark! It made me feel a lot better.
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