Thank God, after some pillock drove into it on a round about, it's been gone for 2 weeks and I felt like I've been castrated, I am finally getting it back. And I can't work properly without it, but that's not the point!

I forgot just how odd it is without your car for a couple of weeks, driving some bloody Vectra excuse for a hire car around. Does seem a bit harsh that when even though it's obviously not your fault, you still get a far inferior car to the one off the road on the ramps. Bloody hell, I miss that oomph in your back as you put your foot down!

Life's just not fair!