Can I blame the railways old excuse of 'leaves on the line', 'it was dark', 'nasty horrid bad weather'. All sound plausible, none worked……
Yesterday was a rush about day. Had to finsih off stock, go into town to get a poster printed for my stand at CL, meet a pal for a quick lunch, head off in opposite direction to collect Idgy from school to zoom off to the orthodontist in another town for her to have yet another brace fitting appointment.
Stress, stress, stress. All the traffic lights against me by the time I am heading for the orthodontist. The council (in their infinate wisdom) have decided to close 60% of the roads in Kilmarnock, thus rendering a pesky one way system a complete nightmare. We go round twice trying to work out how to get off the damn system and cursing at every red light.
Eventually we get there, we make it, we find a parking space and are only 10 minutes late. Rush in and find that yes they have kept our place on the list. Idgy gets all sorts of putty stuffed in her mouth and ludicrous photos taken with a 'make a grin' mouth mask on. Idgy takes it all in good part. She has been looking forward to haveing braces for years and is determined to have "an American" smile.
Anyway we leave the orthodontists and it is dark, well it would be, 5pm darkness falls, never fails at this time of year.
Howling wind, lashing rain, oh and did i mention dark? we leap into the car (now just a quick word on car here – Mr X had taken my car down to Glasgow to get it fixed so I had his crappy old car that isfalling to bits and has a gear shift gooing in the oppposite direction from mine.
Your're getting the idea aren't you. As we leap in the car and I shove it into gear, missing first entirely and adding to my swear total for the day, I finally manage to make it move. And move it does, in fine kangaroo manner straight out of the parking space and into the barrier next to it. Sounds straing I know, but I was turning the steering wheel as I started so I could come out of space and turn left, barrier beside car. Alsas car out smarted me and the barrier won the battle.
Idgy leaps from car shrieking that I've damaged her Dad's car. She collects part of the trim that has fallen off. I also look but hope that what looks bad in the nasty dark wicked weather, might actually be a trick of the lack of light and it might be okay in daylight (optimist here).
We drive home and of course I have to hand back the car to Mr X. Idgy has of course leapt from car and ran off to tell him all before I have even switched off the engine. He rockets out of his house to assess the damage. He doesn't go completely over the top, the scene is not completely Kafka, but there are also no paper hats and party fun! He huffs and puffs and names are called.
Well you know how sometimes you get that urge to laugh at the most inopertune moments?. Happened to me last night. Boy oh boy did that not go down well. I'd almost got away with it, but no, a girly giggle, a troublesome titter let me down, "You can bloody well pay for the damages, I'll send you the bill", ho hum guess I deserved that one.
Staying home and writing price cards today, stay behind the pen not the wheel.