Nervous twitching
Henry's just gone in for his MOT. I swear this must be similar to what parents go through with their kids when they do dancing exams and stuff. I'm sitting in the office waiting until 2pm when I can go find out what the damage is *crosses fingers* Of course, Henry being Henry, he's made me look like a complete eejit woman who couldn't park and didn't know anything about cars, which was nice of him (but probably just revenge for bumping his door on the pavement yesterday). I hate getting so flustered in situations like that. But he's got a new battery out of it, given the reason for the last few months has been his battery has been running at 14% and is UNSERVICEABLE (according to the nice man with the machine!) Had to get Nick to come and save me from Hillsborough, where I was stuck in a divot with no means of getting him started, but turned into quite a nice evening of watching The Hits and reading random Bible passages, with tea, dunkie biscuits and Kettle Chips. So now owe Nick a lot of stuff, and I'm apparently buying him sex at some point (Caged Asylum anyone!? Yes, I'm a little obsessed!)
Eeeeeeep, Only 15 mins left. Eeeep eeeep eeeeeeeep. *more nervous twitching* It really is ridiculous to be this attatched to material things.
EDIT: MOT passed! Yay for my Henry! :-)