Hex appeal
There’s something about today, I’ve been blighted by misfortune since the early hours of this morning.
I was awoken by Peanut the cat trying to eat a box in our bedroom, it was 5.45, I was also having a bizarre dream. A dream whereby Emma had Dr Willy’s (aka Clare) body. It wasn’t like I was just dreaming of a person with Clare’s body with Emma’s head. In the dream Emma had somehow acquired the body and had her head fitted to it. She kept saying, “I’ve got Willy’s body”, and “Ooh, look what I’ve found” whilst pointing at another part of the anatomy. Where Willy’s head had gone, I’ve no idea.
The combination of the noise from the cat and the concern from the dream kept me awake until it was time to get up. Just before I left for work the telephone bill dropped through the draw and described in pounds and pence the extent of my blogging compulsion. Leaving the house I decided to put a new CD in the machine. But when I set off and turned the player on, I realised that I had forgotten to put the cartridge back in the CD player, so I drove to work in silence.
Upon arriving at work, I turned my computer on to find I couldn’t connect to the network. Then, when the IT person got me connected, none of my emails or documents were anywhere to be seen. Of course, as with all these things, nobody had done anything to the network. Except of course, someone idly told me they’d ‘put me back on’ whilst they looked earnestly at the problem. When you tell someone they’ve been ‘put back on’, it does suggest that someone had ‘taken me off’ in the first place. Oh, and the back up tape? Last dated 13th January.
So I was left unable to do any meaningful work. I got to lunchtime and made for Tesco for a sandwich, the drive from work to Tesco is through a series of 30 and 40 mph speed limits. I just drive at somewhere in between the two speeds. As I was driving along I was just thinking that there was a speed camera across the road, when it went off. I don’t know whether I was in a 30 or 40 mph zone, given my luck today, I was probably speeding.
And so I’m sitting quietly trying not to look fate in the eye. I’m trying to remember my to do list and diary for next week, because both were on the computer. My list currently has eleven things on it, but I know it was somewhere around the mid 70’s. I think I’m supposed to be somewhere on Monday, but for the life of me I don’t know where.
I’m terrified of the drive home.
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