Bring your own Butties...

I'd forgotten in all the fuss about pushing text into the blog again.

Things continued to deteriorate here in Christmas card land when a truck plowed into the back of my wife's car, causing a slight $3000 damage on a ten year old car that's hovering around the $6000 value, fortunately, it went into the fixers yesterday.

It's one of those things, we almost lost a perfectly viable car for probably a $1000. The insurance company coughs up $3000 and probably would have totalled it if the repair cost was higher by a grand.

I woke this morning with the happy thoughts that the car is being fixed and was presented with the information that the airline "Jetsgo" went breasts-up last night, filing for bankruptcy. There's seven hundred bucks that we'll never see again, that's the trouble with booking flights ahead of time on a mickey-mouse outfit that don't even give you a bag of nuts on the flight.

It's another example of how life just keeps throwing rocks at you, I'm at the stage in life that it's all quite funny, I class the Jetsgo thing as small stuff, so what if the equivalent of 500 or more bottles of beer has left my wallet, never to return, we'll manage (as we say a lot). As the common phrase goes, "don't sweat the small stuff" and without all this stuff, life would be quite boring.