Well guess what? Sister's car has a problem with the fuel injection system - according to her, she's not particularly the best mechanic so I'd reserve judgement on that until the garage has looked at it - and she asked if I'd pick her up this morning and take her back once it was ready.
If I was a lesser person...
Actually, she phoned yesterday and said "I have a favour to ask, it's not about money" - looks like she's getting the message then - and she then asks if I can take time off to take her to the garage. I said I already the day off so it wasn't a problem. She then starts making all these plans about what she can do until I say "You know, I took the day off for a reason, I can spare a couple of hours but that's it."
A month ago even I wouldn't have said that, I'd have tried to work out in my head how I could accomodate her and still manage to get what I need to do done, and then of course I'd lose out in the end. Go me!
'Course I could be thinking this is a good thing because of the extreme lack of sleep last night - Dram's still looking guilty. :)