Tuesday
So i drove to work as the bombers blew up the hammersmith and city line, got to work, all well and good. I went to come home and Michael said 'you know you have a flat tyre?'. Shitfuckingarse. So bless him, he helped me change it (he actually did all the changing...good man, good man) and it did actually have a hole in it, I could put my thumb through it. So once it was changed, and now very late to meet Tom at school, I headed off, got stuck a couple of minutes behind a huge accident, and got to the school like an hour after I said i'd be there. I parked my car in the car park and went to the pub, then thought about 6:45, 'shit, better move my car before they lock the gates...' you know what happened next. Yes the gates were shut. Shitfuckingarse. So i had to get a train and a dirty disgusting bus home. Now im gonna miss adrians leaving party as i have to go and salvage my car from the school, hoping it hasnt been clamped!
What a bloody mess!
What a bloody mess!