Growing Up

Sometimes I wish I wasn't a grown up. Too many responsibilities. My car, which has unfortunately since passing my driving test 5 years ago become an essential part of my life, was damaged last night. I came out to find a sticker left on the window by the police, and the wing mirror hanging off. Somehow, I didn't feel angry, just depressed that it had happened, again, and here in Falmouth, where, perhaps naively I'd thought car crime didn't happen. My previous car had its mirrors kicked off three times when I lived in Birkenhead. the last time was when someone attempted to steal it, couldn't drive it away , so wrecked it instead, leaving a forlorn wreck of a car. That was the end of August, just before I moved here. Very fortunately, I have a kind father who helped me out with a newer fiesta. Just what is the point of knocking off a wing mirror? It's not like whoever did it got anything from it. It was just another thing I had to deal with. I missed my lecture, I lost time and money phoning the police and taking it to be fixed. What stopped complete despair at human nature setting in though was two very nice mechanics at the garage who managed to fix it back on for free for me. I bought them some biscuits. So that's the car. The other responsibility and source of stress at the moment is my own house, which I'm renting out at the moment. Damp is becoming a real problem. I didn't have a problem with it, but it's an old house, the bricks are crumbling in places, and damp is creeping in. Maybe I should just sell. Too much to think about. I'm going to go in a moment, buy some chocolate, and make a pear and ginger crumble. And wish I was a cat: they have no responsibilities. But they can't eat chocolate, damn!