Ok. I'm a bad person. Because ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE, when I was looking for a parking space in the city I might have accidentally scuffed the bumper of the car in front. And there might have been a similar scuff on my bumper. And maybe I should have had a close look and maybe even left a note on his windscreen, instead of getting back in the car and parking it somewhere else.
So, I've paid for an hour on the meter and I'm going to be later than that. I'm in Wilkinson's and the lady who works there has a real struggle understanding the CONCEPT of a sieve, let alone telling me where they are. The best she could do was a colander.And I finally struggle to the tills clutching (clutching isn't the word. I was struggling to keep these things even vaguely near me) a mopbucket, a mop, two doormats, a sink plunger, various items of toiletries and clothing, A SIEVE; of course as I reach its end I discover it's cash only and I haven't got any cash, so I have to queue again. And then I have to schlepp from one side of the big city to the other, trying my best not to decapitate people with an unmanageable mop, with the late summer heat causing me to sweat like the proverbial porcine pink thing, before parkie gets my car.
And then I get the Wilko's bag stuck in my fly zip.
"Are you having fun mate?" Well, yes. Thanks for asking.
20/08/06 @ 10:10