Happy New Year to you. Mine has started in ominous fashion. Struggling manfully into the office, as I have done throughout the festive period in case I hadn’t already told you, on Thursday morning I was ripped off ignominiously by the very charming Sri Lankan guy who runs the petrol station I use on the way out of Newmarket. In my defence it was 5.15am so I wasn’t at my sharpest, but when offered the opportunity to get 5p per litre deducted from my petrol in return for buying two packets of Cadbury mini- eggs I fell for it, despite the fact I am bracing myself for a serious detox session this month and absolutely don’t need any more chocolate. The deed was done before I realised my mistake. £2.60 spent on chocolate I didn’t want. £2.25 off my petrol bill. £0.35 in the red before I’ve barely tasted the New Year.
At lunch time I was sent on a wild goose chase by my little darling hearts back home to buy The Hobbitt – An unexpected Journey, apparently just released on DVD and available “anywhere”. 1 hour 15 minutes later I returned, Hobbittless, to the office having visited Sainsburys, Tescos, Waterstones, a (closed down) HMV store, WH Smiths, Comet. Not a sign of the damn thing…. I retraced my steps on Map My Run. I’d just gone and walked 2.4 miles! All I had to show for my efforts was a box of table tennis balls from a Sports Direct shop I passed on my Unexpected Journey. While I have you and I’m not one to blow my own trumpet as you know, don’t ever take me on at table tennis. I am HOT! Either hand too.
And then my train was cancelled on the way home last night. 2 hrs 45 mins door to door. Basically not a good start to the Year. The only consolation was a pleasing conversation with Bob, when I eventually got back, on the subject of opening our borders to Romanians. He was outraged by this development. “Why would anyone swap a job hunting wild boars in the Carpathian Mountains for washing cars in London???”
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