Imagine a happy camper.

Now imagine the opposite... that was me when I got home lastnight.

Turns out some person, very probably in a van or lorry, scraped past my car at some point yesterday when I was parked on the north drive at work.

I sent this message to ChrisOffOfWork:

You would not believe
how fucked-off I am
right now: some
bastard broke my
driver-side mirror, my
indicator light, and did
a nasty reshaping job
on the wing today AT
WORK! AND I was
parked well within the
markings. Have
passed through the
Anger and Rage
stages now. Heading
towards Must Kill
Everyone...

It was a long text message. And if it wasn't concise, it was certainly heart-felt. Nearly six months ago, I had the aerial broken off, last month someone tried to break in and knackered my door, which now leaks water, and now the wing mirror � necessary for general driving purposes and road-worthiness � has been smashed up. I've had enough. I really was not happy with this part of the world lastnight...

But it sort-of came on top of other things, so the mood was a bit better on waking up. Still can't believe it happened, though. Unlikely to be anyone at work, unless they've taken to driving a van/lorry instead of a car like everyone else. And as I will be the first person in astronomy to own a monster truck, I can rule out any monster trucks...

Scientific reasoning there, see.

Best get back to it, then...