Well the car has finally gone into the garage now for some long overdue work. They just rung me up to give me a quote and check that it was ok to start work. How mush? Its a lot lets just say that, but not actually as much as I was thinking it would be. I think this probably has something to do with my in built defense system about receiving bad news where by my mind conjures up the worst possible senario. Needless to say I am thankfully that I won't be having to sell a kidney to Dr Mike "the butcher" Myers, but sadly it is still a fair amount of money I'm going to have to dole out. She'll be ready to pick up on Friday if all goes according to plan. Then I can go shopping for a stereo for her, a car isn't a car with out the ability to play some Iron Maiden.