Mohammed My Lovely Taxi Driver, more deaths including MY CAR

Quite a lot has happened since I last had a moan here. First, the very talented art teacher MBE who lived next door has died after being run over....and being in intensive care for months. Very sad. A lady, Susan,who lived opposite was Denholm Eliots widow she was an alcoholic, very tall and slim would ofen be seen walking shakily up the road...began to share her house with two extremely strange people with spikes sticking out of their noses and cheeks and ears, and had daily hair colour changes. Well the poor woman had a stroke and went into a sort of care home, set herself alight and died. Meanwhile the two strange ones are still living in the house. If you read Gavin's board you'll know I had car crash...not my fault. My darling old car went to heaven to join my black banana phone and beautiful coffee soaked lap top, in heaven. So awaiting a replacement car, I had a lot of taxis, which proved extremely interesting. I had two Muslim drivers who were the kindest, most charming men I have ever had the pleasure to meet. I kept calling my favourite Mohammed,.. sweetheart. I asked my other Muslim driver who prefers an English sounding name whether he though Mohammed would have taken offence at my familiarity. The answer was affirmative. So next time I apologised to Mohammed and kept forgetting my manners and was soon calling him Darling. OH dear. Anyway the bad day arrived when a horrid small smelly smoky battered cab arrived driven by an English person who smelled of drink, was unshaven and perfectly vile. Fortunately it was a short journey. Unfortunately I always have to sit beside the driver as I get sick in the back. Anyway, 2 days ago my black shiny 2nd hand car arrived. I drove salesman back to his HQ a few miles away. I dropped him off,and caught my left thumb in the seat belt connection and tore my thumb nail right off. It looked bloody, and it was agony. Got home, could hardly take my clothes off...took overdose pain killers and went to bed. Oh bye the way I am 100% allergic to wasp stings and got stung on tip of finger, saving my cat who had her nose up it's bottom. Well, after a lot of anti hystemines, and Doc warning me I have to carry injectons around with me I recovered, just in time for a car crash. Just thought I'd write all this down.