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[emulation name="Victor Meldrew"]
Aug. 29th, 2003 11:39 pm"DAMN!" was the first word that escaped my vocal chords today, after waking up from a nightmare and realising it was 10:15. Not usually a bad time to get up, but my dental appointment was supposed to be at 9:50. My alarm hadn't gone off... largely because I'd neglected to turn it on in the first place. Still, I got another time, this time on the 11th of September, but I still have to pay up to £20 for the missed one. £20?! That's a third of what I earned trudging around Inverurie delivering phone books, and it could so easily have been avoided.
After trying to have lunch (note to self: never, ever try microwaving BabyBel again) I got a phone call from my sister, who was waiting outside the front of the school. Dad was supposed to pick her up to go to Aberdeen within about quarter of an hour, but he hadn't arrived, so I had to leap in the car and rocket very slowly along the High Street, which was packed with traffic as you would expect when in a hurry. We got back to find my dad had arrived at home in the meantime, having been waiting elsewhere, and he sped off with her.
As if that wasn't enough, I came back after dinner to find the video recorder was taping something. No one had set it to do so, so I stopped it to find that it had already recorded "Ready Steady Cook" over Red Dwarf - Marooned, which I only taped last night. I can only assume that one of the cats stepped on the remote control, highly unlikely as that seems.
It's just been one of those days. They're all minor inconveniences when compared to the bigger picture, but still, as it says under the "Overused Phrase:" heading for me in the Yearbook - "I don't BELIEVE it!"
After trying to have lunch (note to self: never, ever try microwaving BabyBel again) I got a phone call from my sister, who was waiting outside the front of the school. Dad was supposed to pick her up to go to Aberdeen within about quarter of an hour, but he hadn't arrived, so I had to leap in the car and rocket very slowly along the High Street, which was packed with traffic as you would expect when in a hurry. We got back to find my dad had arrived at home in the meantime, having been waiting elsewhere, and he sped off with her.
As if that wasn't enough, I came back after dinner to find the video recorder was taping something. No one had set it to do so, so I stopped it to find that it had already recorded "Ready Steady Cook" over Red Dwarf - Marooned, which I only taped last night. I can only assume that one of the cats stepped on the remote control, highly unlikely as that seems.
It's just been one of those days. They're all minor inconveniences when compared to the bigger picture, but still, as it says under the "Overused Phrase:" heading for me in the Yearbook - "I don't BELIEVE it!"
