The worst day ever...
Today I wish I would have just stayed in bed all day long! That way I could have avoided the worst day ever and happily moved on with my life. But no....This is what happened:
This morning I was driving my mum and P-O up to Stansted Airport to catch a plane to sunny Spain. Everything goes smoothly on the way up and with a wave goodbye I'm on my way back home again. After about 10 min in the car I'm swishing down the M11 motorway doing a nice +70 mph = +110km/h. All of a sudden the car in front off me drives over like a metal plate or metal cover that flies up in the air behind it. It is approximately 1m * 0.75m in size and It has been hit a couple of times so has been bent and has some sharp edges. By now it is to late for me to swerve into the other lane cause there is quite a lot of traffic so my only option is to go straight over it. It doesn't feel like the best surface to be driving on and I get a slight panic that I'm going to puncture a tire. 10 meters later I calm down because the tires all seem ok and I'm good to go! So I bring the car up to a good 85 mph and continue my journey!
30 min later I get to a big queue to the roundabout that will lead me on to the A12 road. The queue is over 2 lanes and very slow. All of a sudden I realise that a van next to me has backed up all the traffic in his lane so I look over and he is waving like a crazy person at me! I get my window down and he shouts over: "your car is leaking petrol, pull over, pull over!" So I look in the rear view mirror and see this long trail of petrol behind the car. The panic all of a sudden starts to build up and all I want to do is get out of the car and get as far away from it as I possibly can in case it catches on fire and takes me along with it...
I'm sitting there in a queue on the motorway with no idea what I'm supposed to do. I can't pull over cause there is no where to go so I keep going until I get to the roundabout and then take the first exit and finally find a quiet street I can park on and call a recovery van. I sit down at a safe distance from the car while a persistent stream of petrol is leaking out of the hole and it only takes around 20 min to empty all the petrol on to the street where it is starting to melt away the tarmac. I and wait for almost 2 hours for the recovery van to reach me and when it gets there it's a really nice guy called Lawrence that brightens up my day. He has a look around and under and finally has to tow it to an Audi garage in the Docklands. On the way there Lawrence feeds me sweets and biscuits that he has in his van and we chat about random breakdowns he has been dealing with lately. When we get to the Audi garage they guys push the car in because it is too dangerous to start. I get told that I was very lucky and I guess that is when I realise that a tiny little spark or a cigarette bud or anything that would have lit the fumes could have very abruptly ended my life on this earth....
I finally get on the train back towards home, but decide to get off at Greenwich to go in to work, which is were I was supposed to be by then anyway, and when I get to the top of the escalators I see the ticket checkers standing there. Because of the stress of the day I forgot to buy a ticket before I got on the DLR (train) so that ended up costing me £25...
The day is not over yet and so far there has only been 2 bad things and they always come in 3 so bring on the last one and get it over with...
The confession...
I will now confess something to you all that might possibly change your views of me to something similar to a snail... Not that I have turned in to a gigantic slimy creature that leaved a slippery trail after me when I move, but more referring to the speed that a snail moves at. For the people who know me, or have ever had to sit through a meal with me, know that I could possibly be classified as the slowest eater on the planet. So it is no surprise to you that I’m normally not in any hurry to do anything and I like to do things at my own slow snail pace.
Now to my big snail secret! On Thursday I bought my first pair of skinny jeans EVER!
I know, I know that it is about two/three years after the rest of the population bought their first skinny jeans when they first came in to fashion this side of the millennium. And I also know that they will probably go out of fashion in the next few months just because I finally caught on to the trend
I’m still trying to get used to wearing them and with that I mean, trying to get over that I look like a complete moron in them. I wore them around the house on Thursday and today I braved myself and stepped out for some lunch and a bit of shopping in my new skinnies! I have to admit that nobody was pointing and laughing like I thought they would so I might just wear them again one day!
Better late then never, right?
skiing-good, London-bad
I've just made it back to the UK after an absolutely AMAZING week in the Swiss alps! It was so nice to be there and the sun was shining with great weather and the skiing was as good as you can expect for this time of year and 18 degree heat! I was sooooo relaxed and happy and chilled and if it wasn't for little Mittens waiting for us at home I think Scott would have found it hard to bend my knuckles form the doorway to get me to the airport... Landing in London yesterday afternoon is like every time we get back form the chalet, it is grey. I'm equally surprised every time it happens because you would imagine that I'd remember from time to time how grey this town is, but you don't. The sun is more grey, the trees are more grey, even the air is more grey... it feels like someone has put a big grey filter over london and everyone that lives here sees everything through this big grey filter and eventually you get so used to it that you don't see it anymore... But I still see it, it is fading already but I still see it.
I can't wait to leave!!!
Scott chalet! Me skiing! Grey London... :C
Lets be friends!
I'm going to give it another go, now if you want to be friends with me little blog, then you have to stop deleting my stuff!
Here is a story about little Mitten that I tried to write the other day!
The thing is she has the most beautiful little features and personality so you just want to pick her up and cuddle her all the time. But you won't because you know that as soon as those four paws leave the ground the sweetness disappears and she is all of a sudden struggling for her life to be back on the ground. I guess I could say that she is very down to earth! =D
I try my best to please her and am not picking her up anymore since I know she hates it, but I can only speak for myself. The other member of this family can not help himself but picks up the struggling cat almost everyday when he arrives home from work. It normally doesn't start off too bad except for some squirming from Mittens side on the way up and she will sit calmly in his arms for almost 30 seconds. Then she slowly starts to push her paws against his chest until she is at a 90 degree angle from "the cuddler" with ears back and a "not impressed" look on her face. At this point she is normally set back down before any life threatening injuries are inflicted upon "the cuddler".
But you can't blame him for trying because she does look really cute and cuddly down there on the ground.
AAAAaaaaarrrggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
My blog is driving me freaking mental.....
For the second time now I have managed to loose everything I've just written!!! This is driving me nuts, because you know once you written something and you are happy with it and all of a sudden it is all gone, and you sort of know deep within yourself that you can't possibly rewrite it as good as you did it the first time so you slowly in a milli-second loose the will to live and want to throw the computer out the window because it is the source of all evil!!!!
Well *deep breath*, it look like you will now have to wait for that really nice little story I had prepared, until I have regained the will to ever log in to this bloody thing again...
I love saturdays and am happy to be in denial
I LOVE the weekends! We wake up on a saturday morning, normally by a poke in the face by a furry friend that is desperate to go outside and hunt birds. But don't worry, she never catches them. Then we cuddle up in bed and enjoy the fact that neither of us have to leave the the house today if we don't want to. The day proceeds like always, with a walk to buy some yoghurt, the Times, a loaf of bread from the bakers and some tulips from the green store. After brekkie Scott normally takes full advantage of the day off and has a nap in the middle of the day. I know he is 30 years old, but napping whenever he likes is his prerogative.
When husband and cat are curled up in bed at one a clock in the afternoon the the real world catches up to me. I sneak over to the computer to have a look at "the list"...
This is a list that was created on wednesday by yours truly, and it is my workload for the next 6 weeks. It is split into individual little bite-size chunks all color-coded and arranged by dates to facilitate the completion of my all the things I need to do before the end of my 2nd year at Uni. Sooo.... Today is Saturday and it looks like I have made a fatal error whilst constructing "the list"... I obviously didn't take into account that there are only 24 hours in a day and that I normally spend at least 10 of those sleeping! It has only been 3 days and I'm already behind, this does not look good for my project managing skills. So I make use of the family nap time to catch up on some work. But work time don't last long and before I know it I'm back in my little bubble of saturday laziness! The real world can catch up to me on Monday morning when it catches up to everyone else! Now I'm going to have a bath and read my book and then we are off to the movies! =D
I have officially fallen for the peer pressure...
Ok, here I am! Now what do I do?
I have fallen for the pressure and guess I'm starting a blog by writing this.
It was subtly pointed out to me during the week by one of my friends that 75% of "jarnganget" now have blogs... there are only 4 of us, so you do the maths....
So what have I actually signed up to by getting a blog? Do I now have to update this thing every hour/day/week/month for the rest of my life? And if I don't, will the blog monster come and grab me and drag me back to the 1980's through a time capsule and torture me with a world without the World Wide Web?
Oh well, i'll give it a go at least and if for no other reason to boost the blogging of "jarnganget" up to 100% and to be able to plaster this space full of cute pictures of mittens!
Here is one to lure you in!
