Everyone has a bad day from time to time its just the way life is, it’s never perfect.
Monday morning’s are never good but this particular one started off for me the same as every other week day, my alarm beeped and rumbled around the floor at 5am telling me to get up. I had breakfast, fed the dog and went to iron my clothes for work.
Bailey (the dog) is five months old and so thinks every minute of the day is playtime and everything around him is for chewing on like doorframes and the side of the washing machine. He’s also more like a human than we could have ever imagined. While I was in the middle of ironing my shirt and throwing a rubber yellow bone around the room I didn’t notice that I’d left the iron face down on my shirt and burnt a massive patch into one side. Scrambling around to find and iron another one, I was running about ten/fifteen minutes late.
Running into the car and heading down to the motorway with the heater on full blast trying to clear the last of the condensation I missed the traffic update on the radio and to be honest didn’t really think much more of it. Two miles into a fourteen mile journey and the motorway was shut because some nutcase was wondering around on the Kingston bride trying to get knocked down and or threatening to jump, well you can imagine my frustration.
Having to take the longer route to work is at best a pain. I was making good time as the streets were all but deserted. I drove down High Street across the bridge that takes you into the South side of the city. Passing through three sets of Traffic lights I was just about to turn right to head towards Govan when I noticed the sign “ROAD CLOSED”. “No way is this happening” I thought as I headed straight on; into an area of the city I have probably been in less than ten times my whole life. After driving for around looking for a sign to the city centre I got lost and as is just my luck I left my Sat Nav in the house after cleaning out the car.
Eventually I made my way back to the city centre and was almost back home when I drove through a speed camera less than a mile from my house at 40mph and guess what? the road was a 30mph. I was now well and truly pissed off as I go this way almost every day in life and have never set it off in nine years of driving.
Apart from being an hour late, the office as is the norm was quite uneventful, I did find out however that they guy on the bridge decided not to jump the 18m meters into the welcoming river Clyde but instead walked further down and jumped 2m from the Charing cross underpass to the grass and ended up with a sprained and or broken ankle. I suppose if you’re going to jump to your death you might as well get the practice runs in.
I must point out here that my mum was getting married and was moving in with her soon to be husband. I decided to go it alone in the big bad world about four years ago but still left some of my junk at my mum’s house. She decided that she would use her spare key to my house and dump my stuff while I was on holiday for me to either keep or dispose of, no great problems there? Well she decided not to mention to me that during her hectic schedule of moving house and getting married she would leave her wedding dress in one of those covers with a zip that you usually get when you by a suit ,in my spare room with the junk. I came home from holiday and started binning stuff and didn’t even check what was in the boxes or covers and was throwing stuff out without even looking or thinking what it might be.
My mum decided to visit on Monday night and ask me to get her dress and I was like what dress? She said “my wedding dress that I left in your spare room”. I was like “Ooh shit”. A point to make here is that Usain Bolt is not the fastest human being it’s my mum I’m surprised that she didn’t suffer G Force effects as she shot up the stairs.
I had binned the dress but just by nothing more than an absolute stroke of good luck the bin was full and I had chucked it in the shed, still in its cover.
Let’s just say I hope I never have to go through that experience again!