...which translates as WOW
Today was WOW day. Yes it was.
I had to go to visit Brighton and Hove city council (yes, again) which always fills me with a slight sense of dread. Not today. No.
Before doing this task, I was booked into the Honda garage to have a recall air-bag correction. )Passenger seat, not mine...don't care...Just kidding. My only passenger, these days is my handbag, and believe me when I say it needs a whole seat, with all of my paraphenalia (which is not a real word, according to the Oxford dictionary)
Nobody in their right mind would actually volunteer to be a passenger in my car, let alone bribe them to travel with me - they would not even under duress : )
That's fine by me, travelling with me and my handbag..and what more does a girl really need in life?
Having said that, it would help if I had a brain, sometimes.
I left my files in the carpark on top of the paymachine....with a small treat bag (for mummy) It was not until I was nearly home, that I realised. I drove back into rush hour traffic (challenging, without a burst of road rage)
Lo and behold. There still there. The paymachine is about 7-8 feet tall, so perhaps nobody had seen it. Well you don't, do you? You are so stressed out by the extortion of the parking fee, and the fucking stupid machine that the last thing you do is look up to see no sky..to plead with God for making it easier for you while being in an enclosed space, so hideous.
Well,...actually, I prayed all the way back...to the carpark, please God my files are still there.. and my treats : )
Definitely God had my back, and who TF did I see? I needed to knock on the glass door, like a mad woman, I can be a bit scary : ) didn't mean to, it's just that I'm bonkers (another word for don't give a fuck)...digression...one of my favourite Brighton ladies. She is a jeweller and I have a bracelet from her shop. She's Danish. She's lovely, she too was having a small meltdown...cool, sister...yep, crazy energies right now, pre-lionsgate (is what whisked by my mind). I breifly thought about the bracelet, and wished the best for one of my ex's (hoping that he has a family and children to make him GTF up and respect women). I'm sure that is the case, and well wishes, only.
Any way, she was quite gobsmacked, the fact that I had left the files for a good 30mins...on top of the paymachine. She advised me to drive safe. I thought, "drive safe? ..I'm safer than you think", (outside of a meltdown)
So...that was a couple of incidents, it carried on and on incident-ing (shit, I must get out more) My point is, that I had started my day, quite disastrously. My sat nav was a useless help, I could not find the garage. So...I called them to say that I could not make the appointment, after explaining in detail, how I had come to an anxiety position and that it would be better if I were to go home and rebook. It was a good plan, and Matt, mechanic, was totally understanding and also knew that it would be safer for me to go home, instead of driving during a panic attack.
And, deciding to follow my nose for the rest of the day (fuck sat nav), I found myself on the doorstep of my very old friend Helen. She was in, Hooray. After a long....battle with an immunity disorder...It was so nice to see her doing so well...after such a debilitating illness....and to eat toast and - homemade apricot jam from her trees.... in her patio garden..and seeing Andrew..and catching up. It was lovely.
...and, well, after this....how many people did I meet? So many, and so lovely, some I had known from years, some just today....and an invitation to a Teepee, to go swimming in the river...so nice. I will do that this weekend...
And Lucy, wow, who I have not seen in 17 years, there with her beautiful girl, who I'd not seen since a year old. We used to be neighbours, when my daughter was born. So, another surprise....today was blissful...and I have some company tonight, which is nice. Lucy is amazingly bright and has an incredible amount of academic awards. She achieved most of this as a single parent. She's also very kind and has a very open attitude towards people, as Libran's always do. At times we got on each others nerves, horribly. I had no sense of boundaries and she was 'loud', often. No fault on her part, my sensitive ears : ) She is married now, with grandchildren - and looks well and, well, Lucy.
Time to shower and kick back for the evening.
Beautiful day. Thank you.
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