Life is made up of all sorts of journeys: the journey from child to adult hood, the journey from single life to marriage and of course, the all important journey to work. From time to time, one puts pen to paper and thinks, I can’t really be bothered to write about virginity loss today. Today I would like to write about the action packed adventure I had between the hours of 9 and 11am this morning. So that’s what I’m going to do.
It all started with a 9am trip to the vet. I didn’t actually have to take the pet in question with me as I was only going to get test results so the drama factor was reduced by 75% before I’d even stepped out of the door. It turns out the little darling probably does need an operation which isn’t the best news but neither is it the worst. Suck it up, I thought to myself as I stepped out of the vets surgery 40 minutes later.
In the meantime, the world had changed. What started out as a reasonably – and I use that word lightly. I do hate the typically British habit of moaning about the weather but really, even I have been tested to the limit this summer – nice day, had now turned into weather Armageddon. Dogs and Cats seems the most appropriate phrase. It was pouring and I was glad I had bought the motor instead of my bike. I legged it across the road to my trusty Renault 5. As I pulled out of the car park, my right hand windscreen wiper spazzed out. When I say spazzed out, I mean to say that it ceased to function. Hmm, that’s handy when it’s raining. Not. It’ll be fine I thought to myself as I pulled out into the main road. It really won’t I thought 3 seconds later. It was like trying to drive with Vaseline smeared across your eyeballs. Quite apart from the imminent danger posed to every other road user in the vicinity.
Have you ever tried to drive your car in a straight line whilst leaning across the passenger seat to see out of your one functioning window? I don’t recommend it. I realised that I was going to have to ditch the car and take the bus to work. The deluge continued as I narrowly averted death for the 3 minutes it took to ‘drive’ home. I parked up, grabbed an umbrella and waded to the bus stop. By this point, it was hard to believe that it was actually August as the sky grew darker and the rain turned from the cat and dog variety to horse and donkey sized raindrops. The bus came mercifully quickly.
We got as far as St John’s Wood before part two of my interesting morning began. You know what it’s like. You’re sitting staring out of the window for some time before you realise that the bus hasn’t actually moved for several minutes. Eventually I became aware of a repetitive voice downstairs, whining the same words over and over again….how am supposed to get my bags off this bus when she’s just sitting there and it’s raining this much..etc etc etc and accompanied by much tutting from the passengers and silence from the driver…..
At this point, I must time travel back to Tuesday night and take you with me. On Tuesday night I was in Chalk Farm Road waiting for a bus. The last light of the day was fading as me and my fellow wait-ees watched a statuesque lady stride down the main road carrying so many tightly packed bits of luggage on her shoulders, arms and wrists that it looked as if lots of little air bags had burst out of her body. Not only that but she was holding up an entire line of traffic as she strode. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She took her own sweet time before changing tack, releasing the traffic and crossing over to our bus stop. She looked entirely unmoved by the whole episode and boarded my bus as if she walked down main roads holding up traffic every day.
Fast forward to Thursday morning and she was back on my bus again, but this time, I was the one being held up. The rain continued to pour and eventually the driver snapped the engine off to the collective cries of my fellow travellers. I walked downstairs and there she was, remonstrating with the driver. ‘How am I supposed to get off the bus with all these bags, in all this rain with ‘her’ standing in my way’….which was curious as there wasn’t anyone in standing in the way at all, just a lone woman having a seemingly quite complicated conversation with a very cheesed off bus driver in the pouring rain…..but now her dilemma had become ours as we all got off the bus and stepped into the wall of water coming out of the sky.
I’m a lucky person though because there was another 31 bus right behind it. I arrived in Camden 50 minutes behind schedule. I squelched the final 5 minutes in shoes that were now falling off my feet due to the onslaught, bought a coffee at Pret and witnessed a man walking past Mornington Crescent tube wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a Peruvian woolly hat tied tightly under his chin. As you do.
Naturally, it is now sunny blue skies outside, almost as if the entire episode never happened.
I’m glad I’ve got that off my chest. Now, would you like to vote for me to win the Cosmopolitan Blog Award in the ‘Sex & Relationships’ category? I would be absolutely over the moon, hands down the happiest I’ve ever been if I thought I had even an outside chance of winning. If so, follow the link, fill in the spaces – you might have to tell them why you like my blog. One friend said it was because he thought I had nice hair – and press send. THANK YOU!