Sigh

I managed to lock my keys in my car on Saturday, and as such have a broken little back window to take care of. I don't need this expense right now... but I have no one to blame but myself.

First course of action was, of course, to phone my dad. "Find a boy and a brick", was his advice, and I did just that.
Respect to thieves, those windows take some beating.

Well, there's nothing left to do but go home and turn up the Dashboard to shout along level while I mark essays and vaccuum my floor, and deliberate the party-less month to come.