Something Wicked This Way Comes...

...a 1.4 Fiat Punto.

The joys of working with an illness. My head is throbbing, my palms are sweaty, my mouth feels too big for my face, and I am sure my nose is deliberately expulsing gases at 100mph every five minutes just to draw attention to my self in the office.

Only a slight amount of excitement can be found amongst this: I get my car and my flat this weekend. No rest for the wicked, as some, presumably the wicked, would say.

PS. Happy Birthday to my sister, who turns 18 today. She got a laptop, I get a car... still winning.