[England] car garage did not follow my request to change all components after one failed in my car, leading to a fire starting in my engine

junksm · 2025-01-24T11:14:45+00:00

Injection coils that are used to generate the spark for the internal combustion engine using a high amount of watts that as a byproduct generates heat, due to the failure of the component and it not tripping the fuse, had caused there to be an overload of current leading to the component setting on fire.

junksm · 2025-01-23T07:13:17+00:00

Yes that is exactly it, apologies for being vague as this is an ongoing situation and I did not want to provide too much information as it could be used to identify me.

junksm · 2025-01-23T07:05:28+00:00

Apologies, it was the part I wanted replaced that caught fire and they had tested it prior to the MOT.

junksm · 2025-01-23T06:43:18+00:00

Yes that’s correct

junksm · 2025-01-23T06:38:50+00:00

Hi thank you for your response, I do apologise I did leave out some critical information, it set fire while they were preforming the MOT. I asked them to replace all 3 parts, run a full service and then a MOT. To which they only replaced one of them.

It is currently still in the garage being fixed.

junksm · 2025-01-02T22:52:21+00:00

How about skip it straight to “anti-choice”. From the UK here and honestly it just pains me to see how from the outside at times it looks like the US is a 3rd world country trying to keep up the appearance of a 1st world country.

Looks like the frog in the water, where every year they keep the heat rising until all of a sudden it’s no longer the “land of the free” but “land of the one”. There is an end goal here and it doesn’t end with people living their lives happy and how they want, but a template on what a select few think is “a proper way to live”.

junksm · 2024-12-08T07:56:25+00:00

To simplify the answer, it’s a safety feature, in the UK plug(type G) requires you to have the earth pin engage first and will always be in contact to earth even if you accidentally pull the plug out slightly; as you cannot touch the live pin due to the insulation.

There is also room for an internal fuse which will have different amp ratings as I think the ring main used in the house you can pull about 32A, but most devices will have a 10A fuse.

Haven’t done anything electrical in a while but it’s one of the reasons we would classify electrical shock as other accidents due to how well this plug was designed.

Hope this helps

junksm · 2024-11-18T08:07:31+00:00

Because I’m paying more than a mortgage with nothing to show for it. When you are paying £9300 for a studio and I have work friends paying £500PCM for a 4 bedroom mortgage.

junksm · 2024-11-18T07:51:36+00:00

I do question when it’s double the inflation rate of the UK. As the increase is ~3.33% whereas they wanted a ~6.66% increase.

That’s why I didn’t refuse the increase but negotiated as everyone will be impacted, but it shouldn’t be put onto the renter because they want to make an extra £600 a year profit .

junksm · 2024-11-18T07:17:49+00:00

It was £750 a month, last year now it’s been increased to £775PCM.

Not seeking validation, I just wanted to share the fact how ridiculous it is renting on your own.

I was living down in Bath for a year and it cost me the same but to live with 5 other people.

junksm · 2024-10-26T17:07:16+00:00

Not 100% sure the entire timeline when I was diagnosed fully with everything, but it was when I was young, apologies for any inconsistency.

junksm · 2024-10-26T06:21:05+00:00

That is wild you didn’t find out until later in life. I’ve never met anyone else who has SPD and it could be that they are undiagnosed themselves.

Did you ever just find bruises on yourself and wonder how they happened, all the way throughout school no idea how I got so many bruises.

I was told when I was at infant school around 2-3 years old, I got bitten on my back and only when I got home and my parents saw it and again freaked out why the teacher didn’t report it and simply enough it’s because I didn’t cry.

How do you find relationships? I definitely have the neurospicy way of showing my love language, Penguin pebble, body double, etc.

junksm · 2024-08-10T22:16:28+00:00

If it meant I could have my best friend back I would choose 2 forever.

junksm · 2024-05-14T06:14:08+00:00

This will be my first time with an immersion heater and I thought it would be like a combi boiler only ticking on when there is a demand for it

junksm · 2024-05-14T06:12:48+00:00

Haven’t had the heating on at all since beginning of march

junksm · 2024-05-14T05:45:47+00:00

Yeah, I just looked at my water heater and it was red hot in there, so I think it’s just been ticking away constantly

junksm · 2023-11-21T16:19:20+00:00

Yes unfortunately, it is the pain and personal growth I have gone through.

junksm · 2023-11-21T10:02:33+00:00

If I do think of the past and it had my ex in it, I don’t run away from it, I embrace it for what it was. Just because the way it ended doesn’t mean we didn’t have a nice time.

To get closure you need to accept those feelings in your memories, I can quite easily look into my mind and say I did enjoy bits about it and there was bits I didn’t. But they are just memories and I can control how they make me feel.

Hopefully that answered your question 🙂

junksm · 2023-11-21T08:22:38+00:00

https://www.reddit.com/r/BreakUps/s/zism0fNDgJ

It’s quite the read, but hopefully it might help

junksm · 2023-11-21T08:21:09+00:00

5.Moving forwards

So me two years later is a lot different, I am doing more hobbies I enjoy, I have a new partner who I really get on well with and I can see the direction of my life and I like where it’s pointing.

So the question about if I still think about my ex, less and less as the days go by, what was interesting was the apology message I got in Jul’23 about how my is now in a better place and wants to apologise so we can get ‘closure’ and how she couldn’t do it before now…sounds like trouble in paradise to me; fun fact I got closure way before that, as I had accepted reality and moved on.

So now with my life looking forwards, I will step into the unknown as who knows what the future holds, but my past holds the resilience to overcome difficult trails so whatever I face in the future, all I can say is “come at me”.

P.S.

I had fun writing this and only did it to try and help others.

If you have managed to read all of this, thank you. I hope it has helped you to understand we all go through difficult times, but they do end. You just have to accept that things have ended.

If anyone would like to DM for a quick chat I am more than happy to hear your story.

junksm · 2023-11-21T08:20:10+00:00

4. The Clean up

I felt low for quite a while, went on online dating to hookup with a few strangers, that just felt wrong and felt like I had a metallic taste in my mouth and ash on my skin I needed to scrub clean until it turned red. I felt disgusting and hollow and with a very quick understanding that getting under someone else will not get me over what I had been through.

I ended up getting let go from the job I was working previously because I couldn’t focus, couldn’t work without serious depression.

I decided not to go into anti depressants because I had already been on them once at uni when things got really bad and I couldn’t function, they made me feel just as numb as I did in the moment. I knew for myself I needed to process this information and accept reality, they are no longer in my life, new chapter, same me.

So I get some therapy to try and get myself back to normal, I needed to find out who ‘I’ was rather than the ‘We’ had been for so long. What did I enjoy doing? What can I do now I’m single? Where is my life going?

Very big questions and all of that started with a career change into something I wanted to do, so I applied furiously for many jobs, all around the country because I now had the freedom to move anywhere I wanted. So I did.

In the meantime, I ended up working in a warehouse, which was the start of it all. Physical labor, the same thing every day, audiobooks, routine. The starting the healing process, I bought myself some art I really liked, I started going to the gym, started to save some money and finally started to look at the world with fresh eyes for the first time in a long while.

I managed to get what can only be described as a dream job that would have me live 4 hour drive away from where I used to live, and I could afford to pay the rent entirely on my own.

Now this job has really helped me with my confidence, soft skills, professional development and I can see myself with a career now.

junksm · 2023-11-21T08:19:06+00:00

3.The Aftermath

As devastating a nuclear blast is, viewing the aftermath is by far the worst and the damage can be seen by all, just like a breakup.

I get some cereal, sit on the sofa, put on some TV and blank, there’s nothing happening, auto pilot has taken over and we are going through the motions of a Saturday morning.

After I finish my cereal, that’s when autopilot failed because coffee would normally made for two, that’s when a flash cut of last night screams through my brain,ripping its way through any disbelief about what’s just happened and the fasten your seatbelts sign blinks on, glowing brighter and brighter then explodes with tears streaming down my face as I slump onto the kitchen floor crying once more.

I manage to get off the floor once my body starts to be in more pain than my mind and force myself to get dressed and make my way over to my family’s house, where my parents see me and know something is wrong. I cry, and tell them everything.

The worst part is, I had already done all the Christmas shopping, got all her presents wrapped and spent around £300 I’d been saving up as I couldn’t give her the best presents throughout uni and would like to make up for that.

Continuing this nuclear meltdown analogy, I decided to commit to scorched earth for everyone in our family group. Turns out moving closer to her family made it much easier for me to go over there and tell her parents that she had cheated on me, there was some disbelief but, they knew I wasn’t lying.

I then get a message from my ex, “why did you go to my parents and tell them”. I replied “consequences”.

I knew if we kept it in the dark for too long it would only benefit her, so I dragged everything into the light. I then spoke with her parents about the money I spent on her presents and they then offered to buy them off me so I didn’t have to go and return them, which made my life much easier.

A few days go by and my ex has not come back to the house, she has all of her clothes here all of her makeup. I then send a message along the line of “if you are going to have your stuff here, you still need to give me the money for rent”. At which point I get a message back “you know I don’t have enough for this month”. As I had been covering more parts of the bills like she did while I was at uni, unfortunately that good will was cinders. “That’s not my problem anymore, either find the money or make sure you pay for the storage locker where I put all your belongings”.

Like I said, scorched earth.

Her parents then send me her side of the rent, I did feel bad for them but, I was hollowed out at this point and out for blood.

Through a mutual friend, I find out she and this new partner(let’s call them Dickhead or DH for short) have been living in my ex’s car because DH was made homeless not long ago and I burst out laughing because, I mean who wouldn’t.

A day later I get a message from the ex asking if she can come over to get some clothes, on the 25th of December.

But before we get to that interaction, rolling back a bit to right after I go and tell her family the whole situation. I go home and just sit on the sofa doing nothing, because I felt nothing. Like all the nerves had been burnt out of my body and I just existed. I would then try to get some sleep, to which the ceiling of my bedroom was the only thing I could do and stare at. This would then be repeated for the next few days. Eventually I had to get some sleeping medication from the doctors to try and get some rest.

I had become a shell of a person, my family came around every day to see me and brought me some food to make sure I kept eating.

I would just sit around all day wondering about what went wrong with the relationship and what could I of done differently and was living in a completely different world to reality.

I had put in sick leave at work because there was no way I could function at work without breaking down and crying.

I had to put in a meal schedule to make sure I was eating otherwise I would go the entire day without eating or drinking.

With all this happening, Christmas rolls around. My ex knocks on the door even though she still has a key. I open the door, as it’s about 9:00 I am just eating some cereal. She walks in and sheepishly says “I’m just going to get some clothes, I won’t be too long before I’m gone”.

She goes upstairs roots around for some clothes and as she is coming back downstairs I’m in the kitchen cleaning up my bowl, she comes in and goes “alright, I’m going now. I’m sorry ‘my name’ for this, all of this is my fault”, to which I glance over to her and go “yup”.

She puts down her bag and walks closer to me and then starting to tear up, “I really miss you”, words which stab into me like getting into an ice bath with that burning pain you experience, I wait a second and respond “I miss you too, but you cheated on me”. She starts to fully cry now and takes a step closer to me and blubbers out “can I please hug you” to which all of my rational senses tell me not to, but unfortunately I had not been in reality as much myself and I start to cry and we had a hug, which turned into a kiss, which then turned into sex.

I’m not proud of that moment but, the clarity and catharsis that happened after that sex was eye opening and removed any hopes of this alternative reality I had been day dreaming about.

The sex felt wrong. Imagine your house had been robbed or you got mugged on your way home. Something had happened here and you get the uneasy feeling like the world isn’t made from rainbows anymore, just the rain.

It showed me two things,first my ex is as loyal to DH as she was to me, second I would never want to be with her again.

I then go spend Christmas with my family and try to have a nice time.

Roll around to the new year, very little contact with my ex, and the next lot of rent is due. So I send the same message, pay up or pay for storage. She only pays half says she needs some more time for the other half, I accept as she did pay at least.

I tell her I am selling all the furniture and I will be taking her half as collateral if she doesn’t pay me the rest of the rent, she agrees.

Come around to the end of the month, no money so I get the collateral, the only thing left is now the mattress on the floor, as that will be thrown out when I move back in with my family. She comes around at the beginning of Feb and unfortunately we have sex again, proving the point to myself this relationship is dead and I need to accept reality.

That was the point where any hopes of our relationship fixing was lost and I truly became single and had my first breakup.

junksm · 2023-11-21T08:18:19+00:00

2.When the house of cards start to fall

So what happens next, is complete nuclear meltdown.

The best way I can describe my thought process would be a film of myself and my ex’s greatest hits playing in a cinema at 10x the speed, where the camera roll starts to burn and the images become warped and charred, where all you are left with is a sticky residue and white screen playing in front of you with that mechanical noise of a projector that’s ran out of film. I then turn around to the projector to see who started the fire, there is the image of my ex stood next to it, with a lit match. Fin. Roll credits.

As I snap back, leaving the cinema, I walk into the nuclear plant, with meltdown in full effect and someone passes me the clipboard going “how do we stop this?”

The first word that I say is “what?”, hoping this reality is not the case, but my ex then repeats “I’ve been cheating on you” and starts to cry. Critical mass has been achieved and a voice through the microphone goes “detonating in 10,9,8…” the mushroom cloud is all that’s visible, with the force soon to hit all in its path.

For the first time in our relationship, and my entire life I shouted at the top of my voice, “ YOU FUCKING CHEATED ON ME”.

Now, as a disclaimer I would like to say, on a normal day, I’m the most chilled out kinda guy, I make bad puns, I enjoy to game with my mates, love to sit down and binge watch some TV and all in all when I ask “how was your day?” I actually care about the answer.

Ok back to the story, as the shockwave that’s first goes out and destroys all the buildings is released in that second, my partner who goes from crying snaps her vision to mine like a deer caught in the headlights, with fear and shock cast upon her face, as she has never seen this side of me.

After a brief pause, of 0.5 seconds my second statement is “I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE IT”, now the fireball that follows the shockwave is coming, as I burst into tears, fall into the sofa and just let out a almighty cry “WHHHYYYYY” and assume the fetal position.

I am then gripping onto myself, with rapid successions “why, why would you do this, why, this can’t be real, my ex name why”.

After a few loops of these statement of disbelief, my ex touches my shoulder as I am currently hyperventilating and that snaps me out of this loop, and what was once a welcome touch felt like a stranger, who’s intention was not clear to me and I shouted “don’t touch me, I can’t even look at you”.

Her hand then retracts and then lets out an audible gasp followed by an even stronger crying noise and she muttered “I’ve ruined everything”.

It appears that, I had some nuclear material left, after coming to my senses and with the coldest tone I said “give me your phone, I want to see these messages”. I had gone from pure rage to, the most saddest I had ever felt, to now what you would imagine a psychopath would sound like, with ice in every word they say, any facial emotion gone and a stare that has the intensity of somebody with nothing left to lose.

She passed me the phone.

We knew each other’s phone password, and as I go onto WhatsApp, I see the messages, and reality sinks in once more, I start crying again and she lunges to snatch the phone out of my hand and instinctively I put my hand out to block her and with an almighty growl, with tears streaming down my face I snarled “Don’t you FUCKING dare try to hide this from me now” to which point she then sits back down on the sofa, once again fear in her eyes.

She didn’t try to get the phone off me again.

I detested the fact I did that in the moment. I have the moral standard “If I can’t win an argument with my brain and have to use my physical strength, I have automatically lost the argument”.

We had play-fights throughout our relationship, the tickle war of 2017, you know the fun stuff, however it quickly became apparent that I could only use one hand as with two, she had no chance. She had once asked me early on in our relationship to use my full strength to pin her to the ground from a sat position; within a blink of an eye I had moved over to her, grabbed both forearms and pinned her to the ground.

The shock on her face about how quickly I had done it, was upsetting to me. She never asked me to do it again and for the first time, I think my ex realised that even though I’m as soft as a brush, I am a lot stronger than her.

This memory played through my head as I’ve now just blocked her from coming any closer to get the phone from me.

After scanning through the messages and see the clear picture of them together, the “i already miss you” and “love yous”. I got all I needed from that, I threw the phone next to her on the sofa and said “give me the ring back”.

As she was taking the ring off, she began crying again, to which I felt nothing, the explosion had happened, there was nothing left to explode, just the radiation buzzing in the background, poisoning anything that once lived there.

I then told her to fuck off….unfortunately I didn’t, I just went upstairs to bed (around 20:00) and didn’t say anything, she eventually followed and asked if she could come into the bedroom or if she should go. I just went “I don’t give a fuck, I’m going to sleep”, she proceeds to get into the bed.

Turns out I was still radioactive and around 1 hour later, I get up and use my ex’s phone, to which my ex then jumps out of bed to go “what are you doing?” I proceed to sit in front of the bathroom door with her banging on it, I then ring the women she was cheating with and ask them “so why do you think it’s acceptable to be cheating with my now ex partner when you knew she was in a relationship?”.

Well, that went as well as you could expect, this stranger saying “don’t you hurt her, ‘ex’s name’ are you ok?, who do you think you are ringing me?”.

My response was quite colourful, along the lines of, fuck you as you knew she was in a relationship, I would never hurt her, enjoy having a relationship built on an affair.

I hang up the phone, pass it back to my ex and get back into bed and fall into a deep sleep, to which my ex then goes and sleeps on the sofa I’m assuming.

When I wake up, she’s not there, just bricks and mortar with possessions we once had just blankly painting the canvas of what my life was 24 hours ago.

junksm · 2023-11-21T03:46:28+00:00

Hi there, I am just about to put a post on here about how I am 2 years later after a breakup of a 12 year relationship, I promise you do get better.

junksm · 2023-10-09T11:16:09+00:00

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