today i had to say a sad goodbye - my old & faithful little car is beyond repair.
when we got him, he was quite old already, and since i have a serious tendency to anthropomorphise the things i own, he was instantly named mortimer pootle (mortimer, from the robert munsch children's book of the same name (he said "cling, clang, rattle bing bang") & pootle, because i could use him to pootle about). the problem with anthropomorphising things is that it makes it even more depressing when they break down, especially when they've had as much effect on my life as my lovely little car.
i know, i know, bad for the environment, etc... but as someone on the autistic spectrum, i tend to have a hard time in busy, crowded, noisy, bright environments, so public transport & i don't always get along. having a car meant that i could go wherever i wanted without having to decide if i could cope with the bus or train.
alas, even cars with wonderful names can't last forever...
...goodbye, mortimer pootle. i'll miss you.