After my post about my wee sis being totally heartbroken, thins keep going wrong just now for us.
Yesterday Neil and I took the girls out to Tollcross Park (complete dive of an area, and park very rundown, but has a wee petting zoo which is free) Girls had a great time, where Ella clapped the ponies and the pigs
We took twins out of pram and carried them to see all the animals. On way home we hit a bl**dy huge pothole. A few yards down the road and we realised out tyre had burst arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. No spare tyre in new cars, only sealant which doesn't work. Had to phone my dad to rescue the girls - expecting me to go home with them, while Neil waited on the Mazda breakdown coming. Instead, dad brought my mum with him, so I was left with Neil. RAC arrived, tyre completely f***ed so towed us home.
Then today, dad was out doing a course this morning at the Royal Infirmary. Upon finishing the course he returned and his car was missing. - complete with his wallet, camera, equipment EVERYTHING! After an hour or so, we discovered some jobs worth towed his car to the pound as he was near a yellow line. Dad is certain he was parked in the bay.
On top of it all I can barely walk today with my back - walked 6km round Strathclyde Park instead of gym, then round Tollcross park, then stood for almost 2 hours waiting for car to be fixed / towed. And no car today for me
Surely we have had our share of bad luck for a while