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granny
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OK car booked in for MOT this morning, 7.30am (or so I thought), totally forgot about it until 1am lastnight so when my alarm went off at 6.15am this morning I was deeply hungover, ugh, driving in to Derby an hour earlier than normal with a mouth like a badger's arse, bad start part 1.
Get to MOT place only to discover I'd got the time wrong and it was actually booked in for 8.30am so had to sit around in a bastard carpark for an hour waiting rather than being comfortably unconscious in bed like I should have been, bad start part 2.
So finally get car into MOT place, cunningly placed 3 miles from work (I'm a twonk), no taxi's to be had anywhere (Derby sucks) so 30 minute walk in blazing sun with screaming hangover, getting later for work by the minute. The route I have to take happens to be a route along a canal which is quite a nice walk actually but unfortunately it's a walk my wife and I used take fairly often and ends up going past the house where we lived for nigh on 3 years and where we were living when we got married. Seeing as how we seperated 3 months ago I proceed to get very emotional and find myself bombarded with a flood of memories that I can barely cope with. So by the time I finally get to work I'm hungover, tired, feeling sick (that egg mcmuffin was a mistake), emotionally distraught to the point that I can barely say "good morning" to anyone and 30 minutes late into the bargain.
Then I go to change the media on my cells (I'm a biologist) and discover that I've run out of HBSS (some stuff, doesn't matter) so I'm probably going to kill the cells that I've spent the last 3 weeks carefully nurturing, bummer.
Then I get a phonecall saying the car has failed it's fucking MOT, whoopee, just what I needed, thankfully nothing serious, handbrake & headlights but they reckon it'll cost £100 to fix (100 quid??!1 for a handbrake cable ffs, sod that, gimme a mango and I'll make one myself at home for nothing!) but they can't do it until next week anyway and since my road tax runs out on Sunday that's no use to me, tum ti tum, today's starting to really rock.
Then I had to say some things to someone I care deeply about, some unpleasant things that have probably upset her and/or made her feel a bit shit too but they had to be said, and that's upset me too.
And it's only lunchtime.
/me awaits the unbridled joy of seeing what the rest of the day is going to send my way
Sorry, just venting, I'm told it's healthy.
Get to MOT place only to discover I'd got the time wrong and it was actually booked in for 8.30am so had to sit around in a bastard carpark for an hour waiting rather than being comfortably unconscious in bed like I should have been, bad start part 2.
So finally get car into MOT place, cunningly placed 3 miles from work (I'm a twonk), no taxi's to be had anywhere (Derby sucks) so 30 minute walk in blazing sun with screaming hangover, getting later for work by the minute. The route I have to take happens to be a route along a canal which is quite a nice walk actually but unfortunately it's a walk my wife and I used take fairly often and ends up going past the house where we lived for nigh on 3 years and where we were living when we got married. Seeing as how we seperated 3 months ago I proceed to get very emotional and find myself bombarded with a flood of memories that I can barely cope with. So by the time I finally get to work I'm hungover, tired, feeling sick (that egg mcmuffin was a mistake), emotionally distraught to the point that I can barely say "good morning" to anyone and 30 minutes late into the bargain.
Then I go to change the media on my cells (I'm a biologist) and discover that I've run out of HBSS (some stuff, doesn't matter) so I'm probably going to kill the cells that I've spent the last 3 weeks carefully nurturing, bummer.
Then I get a phonecall saying the car has failed it's fucking MOT, whoopee, just what I needed, thankfully nothing serious, handbrake & headlights but they reckon it'll cost £100 to fix (100 quid??!1 for a handbrake cable ffs, sod that, gimme a mango and I'll make one myself at home for nothing!) but they can't do it until next week anyway and since my road tax runs out on Sunday that's no use to me, tum ti tum, today's starting to really rock.
Then I had to say some things to someone I care deeply about, some unpleasant things that have probably upset her and/or made her feel a bit shit too but they had to be said, and that's upset me too.
And it's only lunchtime.
/me awaits the unbridled joy of seeing what the rest of the day is going to send my way
Sorry, just venting, I'm told it's healthy.
