Monday! Twenty something of whenever! You know what? I just don’t know and to be perfectly honest, I don’t care. It’s not raining, I’m having a coffee and I’ll soon be speeding along the roads again enjoying the dry roads! Oil topped up, scot oiler….oiled, and visor cleaned! It’s a good day to be alive (may visit a couple of mates in the sticks).
The reason for the title. Well today I decided to stalk the local post office- just to give my self asteem a little boost as I’m not THAT old- and lo and behold, the entire population of ‘Bothal Cottages’ must have been in collecting their pensions. Apart from the obvious smell of rose water and lavender, there was the sense of alczhiemers as each and every one of the old buggers either forgot their PIN numbers or couldn’t remeber what they were in for!!!!
Not to be outdone by the aged community, younger forty somethings played around with the traffic, oblivious to the outcome of metal against flesh! You know the world is in a state when mothers drag their screaming offspring across a busy road within spitting distance of a zebra fucking crossing! Still, not to be denied the crown of stupidity, another fashionista was lured across the crossing to ogle a dress in a boutique window. Did she use the crossing? Yes. Did she wait for the lights to go green? No. Was she annoyed at the honking of the car horn? Who cares?
So that’s the start of a new week for me, I swatted away last night doing my maths paper again, to be honest, when I drew a picture of a Newcastle united player scoring a goal for the the answer to one of the questions, I knew it was a bad day to do exams. Then the very next question required me to apologise again to the maths department for wasting their time on my education up to that point. No matter, sure I’ll blitz the exam proper in a couple of week!!!! I hate maths.