Well its been a strange day so far. I was all happy this morning apart from a touch of wine flu. As I drove off down our track a farmer was fannying around at the end of our track & buggered things up a bit. I'd just opened a can of drink, put it in the drink holder and was looking forward to sipping it all the way to Alcalali, where I was heading to pick up some hay. Anyway due to the the farmer fannying around, I hit rocky bit, coming out of our track, which was a bit steep and perhaps I accelerated a bit hard and my drink toppled over, all over my feet and new suede shoes and got wedged under the accelerator!
Next was a stop at the bins. I hate doing the bins! At the first bin, I tottered out in the suede high heels, opened the bin which seemed unusually heavy only to find it was full so I got back in and repeated the exercise twice more until I hit jackpot and found an empty one but the bin men came whilst I was mid emptying and I got bin emptying fright, dropped a bag on the floor, scattering it contents all over! I then had to scramble around, red faced with the bin men to retrieve it and it seemed every time I made a move one of the bin men would make the same moved and we would nearly collide, it was like some weird dance. Mortifying!!!
I continued my journey and managed to encounter more than my fair share of pesky cyclists. I nearly got one when I was changing the CD but sadly missed.
Then the bloody fuel light came on. No problem. I stopped at the garage where the person in front of me couldn't decide which pump was going to finish first so kind of hovered between them which meant I was also hovering with my arse stuck out on the road, I didn't get hit though but did get beeped at which was a bit stressful. It eventually chose one and I got stuck behind some retard who was filling up 4 bloody barrels in the back of his Mondeo. As I was waiting, feeling ver irritated, some woman in a black 4 x 4 drove by staring at me like I was some loony. Now normally I would have ignored her or maybe stuck my fingers up at her or maybe even give her an eye roll but no, I stuck my tongue out at her!FFS!!!! Why did I have to do that??? Thought she was going to get out and punch me! It did amuse the petrol attendant woman (not the lesbian looking one) who was pissing herself laughing, so much so that she couldn't find my petrol cap (turns out I didn't have one).
By now I was feeling a bit agitated and TBH if somebody had offered me a wine or Valium, I would have gladly taken it.
Things got a bit better when I reached the horse food shop. I managed to negotiate a deal, swapping one of my horses for a baby donkey, as you do. Although it was a worry how I would tell Rich, who was actually OK about it.
To top off my unusual morning, my car did the customary breakdown but that's my own fault for telling Matt, yesterday, that it was running fine and he could borrow it.
Never mind, off out to lunch soon with Daddio and having the last dress fitting.
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