"Wuz up? Why you crying?"
I'm crying because you want me to reverse into that tiny gap between two pristine looking cars.
I'm crying because I hate driving and thought I'd finished the last of it when, as I was parking, I mounted the curb and ripped the wheel (actual picture ->).
I'm crying because it is a hire car and we face a penalty if we get it back late and we have half an hour to return it to the drop off point.
I'm crying because a new tyre is going to cost £75.
I'm crying because the husband and I are so mechanically illiterate that we had to phone my brother-in-law to get him to come and put the spare on so I could drive to the garage.
I'm crying because I've just picked up the dog from the kennels and if there is one thing on earth that gets more nervous than I get driving in central London, it is the dog in the back of a car being driven through central London.
I'm crying because despite being a strong independent woman (in theory) I can't help, at times like this, feel a little aggrieved that the husband has never learnt to drive.
I'm crying because my confidence is shot.
I'm crying because I am angry at myself for bursting into tears in the forecourt of my local Kwik Fit whilst the mechanic looks at me in disbelief.
I'm crying because I know this is pathetic.
Still, I managed to jump the queue, get the mechanic to reverse the car for me, get a new tyre on and be back the drop off point with 3 minutes to spare.
Sometimes its not all hard to be a woman.
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