Junk

I'm junk rich.

Today was the first day I'd be driving my 'fixed' car to work. Got in and it wouldn't start. We took Fiona's but it was a good 15 mins before I felt I could risk opening my mouth and speaking - for fear of rage spillling forth. "Oh yeah. Thought your starter motor was looking a bit dour, mate."

Worked from home in the afternoon. Charlie ran in handed me this thing he'd made. "It's an evil pumpkin." He was obviously glad to offload this on me and make it my responsibility.

Will I feel guilt as I toss it into the recycling bucket tonight? Yes I will. Just a little.