Or was it so little afterall?
Today, I had to register my car. You might think my disappointment was because of the bill at the mechanics, or the chore of having to organise it all, or being under 25 and the resultant mistrust of insurance companies.
You'd be wrong. What I was most disappointed about, insightful readers, was the colour of the sticker.
Jenny from the design department at the RTA must've had a field day choosing the colour - "So, what do you think? Mushroom? Eggplant? Mud bath brown? Nah, let's go with poo brown."
And so it is, that tomorrow I have to plaster the offending sticker on my car and live with it for A WHOLE YEAR.
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