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todayiamadaisyHere is a thing. Not a good thing, but we'll all be wearing them next year. Ha.
This week, I got my act together and bought a present for my mother's birthday next week (she's getting an insect house), and Easter eggs. So organised. So smug. Until I wasn't.
Driving to work on Thursday morning, I was nearly at the train station where I park when Freddie — that's my twenty-year-old car — started making a noise. I'm not a car person at all, but this did not sound like a good noise. And it wasn't. Long story short, I'm getting a new car. New to me, I mean. Not brand new. Anyway, poor Freddie. He looked very sad this morning when I went to the mechanic to get my stuff out of him. They took his number plates off, poor lamb. And I'm without transport for the next few weeks. So that's what I get for feeling smug about how organised I am.
This week, I got my act together and bought a present for my mother's birthday next week (she's getting an insect house), and Easter eggs. So organised. So smug. Until I wasn't.
Driving to work on Thursday morning, I was nearly at the train station where I park when Freddie — that's my twenty-year-old car — started making a noise. I'm not a car person at all, but this did not sound like a good noise. And it wasn't. Long story short, I'm getting a new car. New to me, I mean. Not brand new. Anyway, poor Freddie. He looked very sad this morning when I went to the mechanic to get my stuff out of him. They took his number plates off, poor lamb. And I'm without transport for the next few weeks. So that's what I get for feeling smug about how organised I am.