It was one of those days. I could have sworn yesterday was a Monday.
The boss borrowed my car as his was in for a service and the other standby bakkie/pickup was also in the shop for work. He went to his appointment and I had noticed he had come back but every time I went to his office to see him there was some one else there and I could not exactly intrude. Eventually I noticed that he had left for another meeting with someone else.
So I just plodded on with my normal day things. When it was time to fetch my little daughter from school I started searching all over for my keys…to cut a long story short, the boss was on the other side of town with my keys in his pocket!
*insert the following emotions; panic, rising Bp, headache, feelings of helplessness*
Anyway, I had to get on with it so, who do you call when you’re in a pickle? Tsk tsk, no not the ”ghost busters!” you call your mom. I called my mom and she came along with her little car and let me just tell you here and now, she hands her car keys over to no one and I am not a good passenger.
So off we went to school with my seventy something mother at the wheel. I might add that she is certainly not scared of putting her foot down on the gas/petrol. Wiping the sweat off my brow I went in and get little one and braced myself for the trip back. Thank heavens eldest and her bf went to pick middle daughter up a little later…
Do you want to hear about the rest of my day? I don’t think so…