Friday. Someone's car rolled into my Shogun while it was parked up outside House of Bruar. Front passenger door totaled. . . .
Saturday. Alternator died on OH's Freelander. Rushed about like a blue-arsed fly finding a replacement . . . .
Sunday. Spent all day underneath it. And of course the alternator had to be tucked away down in the bowels of the engine bay, didn't it . . . .
Thank god it's now Monday. I might get a chance to relax