The Importance of Being Idle

Where'd THAT Come From?

Yesterday was a weird day; I didn't get up to anything major, just kinda pottered about, tidying here and there and just generally spending time. Then Ronnie called late in the day, and she was all upset so I leapt into the car and went to see her (any excuse eh?)! One quick journey later we hugged and talked and she seemed to feel much better. We wandered about a bit, she had a kebab and eventually it was time for her to go to bed and for me to come back home again. I know we'd only seen each other the day before, but it was so great to spend even an hour or two with her, I was really pleased and happy, and I was pretty wired when I got home. Not only could I not sleep though, I was very, VERY sick last night (the worst time was when I got my feet tangled in the duvet and couldn't get out of bed fast enough!). I've felt really delicate all day, I still feel like I could puke on request, and I've just spent the day lying on the futon feeling unwell.
What I HAVE just noticed (looking out the window) however, is that while my car was in the car park of the Falcon (the pub where Ronnie works) some unbelievable FUCKER put a nice big dent in my front wing. God help them if I ever catch them, cos they'll get a dent in their fucking HEAD! I hate people who do that to you in car parks, characterless fuckers, thinking that if nobody sees it, nothing happened. I'm sure I didn't have that dent when I left (couldn't have, given where the car was parked) and I know I didn't hit anything on the way there or back, so it must've been in that car park! I probably shouldn't let it get me angry, but... grrrrrr!!!!

posted by BadMonkey @ 4:18 PM