Inpursuitof

So the other morning I blew £115 in 45 minutes. Before you begin your four page ranting letter (no, just me?) about my wanton spending, I didn’t buy a thing. I took my driving test and snuffed it up.

The most frustrating thing was, I had two minors. It was a great drive, except for one mistake. In real life, it wouldn’t have been jack. Two seconds of tiny error and BAM, a whole chunk of very expensive disappointment.

The way I see it, life might be a bit like a box of chocolates, but it’s sure as hell a lot more like a driving test: you sweat your way through most of it, hoping to high mercy that you don’t do it wrong. Most of the time you’re a damn sight better than you think but every now and again you’d give your right arm for the rewind button.

1) A muffin to a girl at work who stayed late for me. Naturally it prompted lots of ‘your muff’s on my table’ jokes

2) Today has been a hug-free zone. That’s a little sad.

3) Everybody in the campsite when I tripped into an open suitcase while folding up the tent.