I got my new car! That may or may not be a good thing, depending on Fate...

[denorios]

I was beginning to think the Fates were against me. I left work early yesterday at half three, so I could be back home in Derbyshire to collect my new car at 6pm. The journey from Northampton to Derbyshire usually only takes just over an hour, straight up the M1. Yesterday it took me four hours - a combination of rain, rush-hour traffic, Bank Holiday traffic and a six-car pile-up that closed the motorway between junctions 23 and 23A. It took me an hour and a half just to do the mile that got me to a junction I could come off at. And I needed the toilet for the last two and a half hours. Oy. Bladder control, I haz it.

So anyway, I had to ring the garage and beg and plead for them to let me pick my car up first thing in the morning - they don't usually do hand-overs and exchanges at weekends, because it's such a busy sales time for them - but I did the pitiful female thing and stressed how I'd been stuck in the car for three hours already, and they relented.

Then, I go to the garage this morning, all set to drive off in my new car, and the sales guy notices that the front left tyre is flat as a pancake. *headdesk* So I had to sit in the sales room for another half an hour while they fixed it. I really was beginning to think Fate did not want me to have this car. I'm starting to wonder now...