Hot Flushes

Am sure I am getting Hot flushes as I run around town on my Saturday morning shop, god the things we girls have to put up with!.
So the battery appears knackered on the Volvo ( turns out somebody left a courtesy light on) so I pop over to the lovely chaps at Halfords, some vacuous child behind the till informs me that I will need to invest the tidy fortune of £104.95 for the pleasure of their services; so after nearly chocking to death on my own credulity, I wished her 'Adieu' and popped over to 'Lota' for their services which came to £74.00. Now somewhere in this malarkey my car radio begins to demand a restart code; do I have one? nope.
In between me figuring out how to solve this problem and the distinct possibility that the lovely chaps at Volvo will charge me an arm and a leg for their code, I find myself being drawn towards new temporary technology, a device called a Ipod?. Its doing my head in already, am sure its not working properly, wheres the buttons? and as for this 'Shareza' whats that all about?, I type in the original theme to the 'Man from U.N.C.L.E' and am still waiting for it to download.
I know what your thinking, this modern technology is rubbish, and you would be right of course, the other day I ordered my Katie a 'Girl from U.N.C.L.E' Id card ( was supposed to be a Xmas prezzie) and end up with the 'Saints' corgi car!, well, I am keeping that!!.
Do you think its an Omen?, you know I always wanted a Volvo p1800.. dare I live the dream?....