It has been one of those weekends were nothing seems to go right! My scooter is poorly (pause for sadness/dramatic effect/to wipe tear from cheek) My dad seems to think that there is a loose cable, I don't know... All that I do know is tha I feel incomplete and almost as though a little part of me has died inside, just knowing that 'Miss Daisy', who I have only known for a short period of time but have grown an attachment to, is broken. Anyway...we got her going finally (do not mistake this for she is fixed...kick start does not count)...and I arrived at work an hour to early. This lead to my supervisor asking me to start earlier and finish at the normal time. This leads to an eleven hour shift, something I was not really a-ok with, but I did whatever to please. I got home, after trying to kickstart Miss Daisy for the 100th time and a tiring, dark ride home, to a VERY grumpy sister (background: my sister is 20, she left home for uni 2 years ago and comes back every weekend for her job... We do not get on!) Not only is this your usual grumpy sister home for the weekend, oh no...she is back for 4 WEEKS!!! Don't worry, I can sense your gob-smack-edness! Now, no body really ever gets on with their sister or brother but mine is on verge of intolerable....I may blog later this week about how I have murdered her and hidden the evidence!
Rach
(send me some of your worldly love...I need it)
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx <--- there is some of mine!
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