Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Tits up Tuesday

I don't do shit Tuesdays but if I did......(I am assuming you all know the Carlsberg advert - if you don't then my current favourite saying is wasted on you all).  No one died, we're all in relative good health asides from the normal aches and pains one starts to get on the wrong side of 35.  So nothing major bit like when people say they're "depressed" when actually they're a bit fed up.

I missed waving my daughter (it was only a mini trip to the garden centre so nothing major) off on her school trip after saying goodbye to my son in the junior playground.  I threw buddy into the buggy, a light weight I am discovering with the cold, and ran up the school hill to see the coach depart.  Drat number one.  Upon walking home I noticed the children had made dog poo posters to go along the fencing that boarders the school.  I was so busy admiring them that I narrowly missed the very stuff they were moaning about.

And moan they should too.  Its awful. I'm not an animal lover I have to say.  I wouldn't go so far as to say I would exterminate all dogs and cats but I do have very little time for them. Dogs lick their balls before licking your face, if you let them, cats are sly and shit in my garden.  It always amazes me that people would stop if they saw a injured dog or cat in the road but if it were a real person they would be quiet happy to put the foot down on the accelerator and drive around them.  I even had Battersea dogs home knock on my door at 5pm once.  As I was walking towards the front door the man child clearly heard me say "you are having a larf aren't you"! as when I opened the door he said "its okay" and scurried away.  That's another post for another day charities knocking on you door at tea time.  On the way to school I'm constantly giving dog poo avoidance directions to my kids.

Enter Drat number 2 - car battery dead! Great - was all set for the Aldi shop. So waited for the breakdown guy who was very quick and charged it up and off he went on his merry way.  Now my day was all out of sync - I have a schedule don't you know! I also broke the eggs (not as bad as the port and wine - when will I learn not to overload the weeks shop on the buggy from the car down the garden?) and lost the receipt for my wedding ring which was being re-sized. I had played out a scene in my head if the old boy who always repairs my jewellery (theme going on here - I  break things - that is me) wouldn't release my ring without a receipt, thankfully that didn't happen. We, instead, exchanged dead car battery stories and I went on my not so merry way.

Later it was the Valentine's disco (yes I know 31st January but the PTA is another blog post altogether on which I am a member although my voice is loud it doesn't get heard!) and my daughter loses her little money bag - only £6 but some other child had picked it up and given it to her Grandad who promptly walked home with it.  I did get it back but not before I had slagged him off rotten along the lines of "who would do such a thing" "are people that hard up they have to steal children's piggy banks" "if he's that hard up I will round it up to a tenner and give him a note" to anyone that would listen.  I blame the girl I'm sure she was going to pocket her findings later as she did look mighty sheepish when I said can I have my daughter's money back! The Grandad was the innocent party in all of this.

So nothing major - just everyday irritating things that pissed me off on Tits up Tuesday!

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