Look, I'm tired, I'm doing exam things and my little grey cells have had to stop thinking they are semi retired, get off their tiny little butts and work at this remembering stuff business, clearly its not going to plan and they get mixed up at this time of night.
You try getting 14 lazy little buggers to do something they're not used to doing.
I need a lay down.
Back to reality.
The honeymoon is over, the mistress ( Bianca) has taken over again, her engine is moaning
The spanners and swarfega are out, the nails and talk are dirty.
'Get in there you son of a bitch .........,'
ouch Heike 'Where are the plasters my love?'
Find your own.
Kev you think more of that car than you do of me!
Rubbish darling....