Well, today is going quite well and after the weekend I had, I could do with that.
This weekend I’m off out in Sheffield to celebrate a friends Birthday. Normally, my dad, kind soul that he is, gives me a lift back so that I can have a few drinks. However, I knew that this Friday they were going to be away on Holiday. Just as I was about to get in touch with my brother Alex on MSN to see if he could do it (edited for the sake of brevity)…
14:52:15 Alex: hello
14:52:23 Me: u back now then? weren't you going away?
14:52:27 Alex: dont ask
14:52:32 Me: oh dear :/
14:52:35 Me: What's up?
14:52:51 Alex: I have had the worst day ever
14:52:58 Me: ?? how come?
14:53:27 Me: have you spazzed mum's car into a wall and written it off?
14:53:35 Me: if not, you're *not* having the worst day ever.
14:53:35 Alex: pretty much
14:53:40 Me: SHIT
14:53:43 Me: what's happened?
14:53:52 Alex: well I was going down binns lane
Anyway - the end result of the unfortunate incident is one written-off Toyota Yaris - and my brother being my mum’s slave for the rest of the summer…
An hour later and I’m heading up the A14, back to Yorkshire to help my brother out whilst my parents return from their holiday in France/Belgium.
My parents got back at about 6:45am on the Saturday. As I was awake from 6am anyway and in the knowledge that they’d just driven all night (bar a rest waiting for the ferry) I helped my dad get their stuff out of the car and trailer whilst my mum had a rest. I made sure Alex was up to assist!
Anyway - it turns out that I've managed to catch some sort of dodgy stomach bug, possibly from a service station sandwich that I had on the way back up to Yorkshire the day before. So I most of the rest of the day in bed.
Sunday, my mum decides that it’s time for me to sort out my house so that I can rent it out. My parents and my brother helped out. to be fair, my parents were the main driving force behind the action - both me and my brother are rubbish at that kind of stuff. And then I had the pleasure of driving back down to Suffolk again. The A1 and A14 have got to be the most boring roads in the world. I popped in to see my friends Ed and Marie in Cambridge on the way down and they fed me with an excellent roast dinner and more mashed potato than one man should ever eat.
Monday was dull… dull dull dull.
Today has mainly been good, but that’s pretty much entirely because I found my headphones again. They’re Shure E3c in-ear headphones. They’re really good, but they were also quite expensive so I was pleased to find them… exactly where I had put them but couldn’t find them for two weeks.
Does anyone run classes on “finding things exactly where you put them”?
