Trash Day

Our new car.  Sob.

While I was happily sitting at home blogging 8 miles to the West, and the Don was being a fine (if short) goal keeper 8 miles to the East, our new Big Car got an a*** kicking by a cooncil wheelie bin just off Main Street, Blackburn. 

With only five days to go till we drive the Big Car over to Germany, this type of 'wind in our hair' wasn't quite what we had in mind!





And the funny thing is that it is actually bin day today.  Well, it's actually recycling since we alternate fortnightly, but we call it 'bin day' none the less.

Start praying this can get fixed or Oma may be flying on holiday yet!