The missus was tired of her car and wanted a fresh one for the sake of it. I said NO, there's naff all wrong with what we have now, that will do. I was abroad on business when she called me saying there was a nice Fiesta that a friend was selling. I said "do nothing until I get home".
When I got home, the question was "what has happened to the good red one and why is there a green one in it's place?"
Well the green one went in for the test and the only thing it passed for was headlight alignment. Everything else on this car was broken or worn to excess.
Apparently this is all my fault. Perhaps a woman can enlighten me as to how one can come to such a ludicrous assumption.
Of course it is your fault for a myriad of reasons which have already been explained. It is always the mans fault.
This morning I banged my head on an open cupboard door, I had left the cupboard door open but it was Mr O's fault because he had fitted the said cupboard.
Logical, innit?
Well I got my own back on her. Bought her a Peugeot 206. She says it handles better than the Fiesta. That is probably because the 206 doesn't have four broken springs.
Took all the bulbs out of the Fiesta before scrapping it. They were the most valuable bits. They were also the only bits that seemed to work.