So, Monday didn't start great, got up and the milk was off , (you just knew it was going to be bad from the start didn't you? I did.) So, black coffee only, (I need a proper coffee... with milk first thing,) and I had to resort to banana and yogurt for breakfast, not great but thank heavens for the banana mountain in my fridge.
I had to give B a wake up call at 5.30 but she was already up, (bless her,) not sure she'd actually been to bed but she arrived, on time, at 6am sharp. It was a pleasant journey, I only had to shout, "stop" twice when she almost careered through stop lights. It was early and she isn't usually up until around 10am so I can totally understand. My nerves weren't too bad by the time I got out of the car.
I got to work successfully and phoned B an hour later to check that she'd got home safely and without being stopped by the police. She did and as she'd arrived home, she saw a neighbour setting out for work and so, ran her down to the village. If there is anyone to expect wings on her departure from planet earth, it should be my sister B.
The day in work wasn't bad at all. It was always going to be long but I think because I knew it was going to be long, my brain was already pre-programmed to expect it. A colleague called round to me at 2ish to say that the bridge was closed in both directions as someone wanted to throw themselves off it. Despite me hoping to be in the counselling profession in the next five years, I doubted that the troubled soul really wanted to fling themselves into the river or why would they have chosen the middle of the day on a rather busy Monday to do so? Hopefully they'll get the help they need.
Anyway, a few hours later at 4.30pm, I checked the web cams and the traffic appeared to be moving again. Phoned J to check on progress and the good news was that all should be well in the next 30 minutes. Decided to leave work at 5.10 and head for the bus.
I was aiming to catch the 5.25 or 5.28, depending on which website you looked at. Left work promptly at 5.10 and legged it to the bus station. I didn't realise how far away it was but if I'd gone any faster, I would have broken into a jog. I got to to the bus station just in time to see my bus pulling away. I waved at the driver, but he gave me an emphatic "no" signal as he'd already left the stand. I was hot and sweaty at this point and so thirsty. As the driver waved no and my eyes closed in defeat, I felt like crying but gave myself a swift talking to instead... in my head... just to clarify.
I'm back at the stand having wandered back a bit to buy a bottle of water, and I'm desperately trying to regulate my sipping because I have no idea how long it'll be before I get home and if I drink it all at once, I may need to spend a penny. The bus station was...colourful shall we say? If ever I run out of things to write about... I should take the bus. Anyway, within seconds of me arriving back at the stand, a woman arrives in a bizarre outfit, talking on her mobile. She's talking really loudly, I can hear the whole conversation, as can the rest of the stand. I'm standing there, can't help but hear the conversation and I'm imagining what the person on the end of the line is doing as she can't possibly get a word in. If it was me on the end of the line, I'd probably lay the phone down, go and make a coffee and come back... I would not have been missed. Not only is she loud, but she spells everything phonetically, "it's De, Ah, Neh, Ah not De, Ah, Neh, Neh, Ah."
Thankfully, about 20 minutes later, the bus arrived. I had forgotten how to ask for a ticket and so I dribbled out... "how much is it for a single... one way... I don't want to come back, please?" I went on to explain that it was about 20 years since I'd got the bus, (my bus journey in NZ doesn't count,) the driver laughed.
Naturally, phonetic woman got on my bus but I narrowly avoided sitting just in front of her. Thankfully, I'd remembered my iPod so I took my seat and plugged in and what was the first song queued up? Daniel Powter's "Bad Day." http://youtu.be/gH476CxJxfg The irony made me laugh and I'm sure phonetic woman thought I was crackers but I didn't care.
My eyes closed a few times on the bus journey home, but it really wasn't bad. It was actually quite nice to be driven home,or at least in the direction of home, to switch off the brain and just listen to some music. Apart from the weired smell about 5 minutes before I got off, no matter though, I was going to boil all of my clothes when I got in anyway.
I got off an hour or so after I'd got on. The terminal was totally deserted and I stood there for around 10 minutes trying to decipher the timetables. I had no idea what time it was as my watch has died and I now can't remember if my phone is 5 minutes out or an hour and 5 minutes out. I'm staring at the bus timetables but all the times seem to stop at 6 and it's at least 6.45. I know it must say somewhere... "and thereafter," but I just can't see it.
I didn't really want J to come out but I'd given up by this time, standing in the rain, I phoned, she picked up and asked where I was, I replied; "I'm..." and my phone died.
Luckily, my phone came back to life and I sent a text to say where I was. 10 minutes later, I'd been picked up and 20 minutes after that, I was home, with a fully functioning car.
I was totally wiped out after such a long day. I put my clothes in the wash and me in the shower. I was cold when I'd showered and so put on the gown that you got me one Christmas, it's like wearing a hug when you're cold. I was really too tired to eat anything but I made myself have a tiny amount of muesli and a coffee then went to bed.... such a long day.
I've got into a really annoying habit of waking at 2am every morning. Some mornings, that's it, I'm awake from 2, others, I can doze until the alarm goes off, but it's really not great.
Much excitement yesterday. My new baby cousin arrived at 2.22am, 22/7/11, weighing in at a healthy 7lb 1oz. I saw a photo last night and, she is of course... beautiful. Baby Amelie Sophia arrived the day after her great grandmother's birthday and, as if to herald the arrival, I witnessed the most beautiful sunrise over the river on the drive to work, it was as if everything had been set out most beautifully to welcome baby Amelie into the world. Such a special day x
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