The old lady across the road must think I'm mad.
Nine times out of ten when I drive the car out of the driveway, I do one of the following things:
[a] stop halfway down the drive, jump out of the car and run, cursing under my breath, back in to the house, grab whatever I've forgotten, and run back out to the car and resume my journey.
[b] get a few metres down the road, stop, turn the car around, go back into the driveway, jump out of the car and run, cursing under my breath, back in to the house, grab whatever I've forgotten, and run back out to the car and resume my journey.
[c] drive away, get to the nearest traffic junction, stop, do some convoluted traffic movement to get back to my street, go back into the driveway, jump out of the car and run, cursing under my breath, back in to the house, grab whatever I've forgotten, and run back out to the car and resume my journey.
I'm getting there. The lists are getting shorter, but the sleeping is getting more restless as my brain goes over the lists and the options through the night.
T minus 4 days! Adrenalin starting to pump.
2 comments:
Just keep all your stuff in the car. All the time.
Meanwhile, more power to your life-wrangling, Duck.
Regard it as a community service: without the stimulation of twitching the curtains and speculating as to what it is you've left at home this time, that old lady would probably be sliding gently into senility. As it is I reckon you're providing excitement, entertainment and possibly a whole new vocabulary. Blimey, you should be charging money! What can you do for her in the next few days, I wonder, to make up for the gloom of your absence?
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