A Fresh Start

I woke in good time (but promptly went back to sleep, waking again at a quarter to eight).

A quick shower later, I threw on work clothing and then spent fifteen minutes trying to find my car keys - they were in a jacket I’m sure I’ve not worn for at least a week! I can’t blame Misty for hiding them any more. Mind you … at least a week? … final revenge, perhaps.

Anyway, off I toddled to the Park’n'Ride, bemoaning the glorious change in the weather - why oh why couldn’t it have been like this yesterday?, I whinged to myself.

I got to the car park and pulled out the scratch’n’sniff card to mark off today’s date, then realised that I didn’t know what the date was (according to my watch it’s the 20th because the date thingy’s been broken for a few months). It wasn’t coming to me, so I took out my sicknote.

Ah, it must be the 24th.

Hang on, he signed it on the 21st, and I saw him on Tuesday, so it can’t be the 24th today, can it?

I pulled out my phone and hit the calendar button. It’s the 23rd. Bugger.

A quick call to Tall Andy confirmed that I’d be shot if I attempted to enter the orifice while signed off so I’ve reluctantly¹ returned home.

Right, where did Misty hide my camera … ?

¹ and if you believe that …