It was cards night tonight. We haven’t played for ages. (And my and I partner lost – Yah Boo Sux.)
Anyway, I’d left the house without my wallet and my licence lives in my wallet – (mmm still not sure where it is… must remedy). The thing is, you have to carry your licence with you when you drive so I’m hardly ever without it. No big deal right? What the chances that on the one day you don’t take your wallet with you that you’re going to get pulled over?
Slim to none… surely.
Hah.
Not likely. I made the comment on the way out the door, hope I don’t get pulled over, I’m not carrying my licence.
Shez says… naaah, no worries, as if…
So, I’m not 50m from the place I’d been parked and a plain car flashes his blue and reds at me.
Oh.
Sh*t.
I pull over
Officer Hot comes up the car and asks if I’ve been drinking.
I say [um] Yes.
He asks how much I’d had.
I say a very little bit of champagne.
I count for the sniffer.
And pass the test.
And blow me down, he doesn’t ask for my licence.
Now THAT’s divine intervention.
Rocking the Casbah
It happened.
Mr Upstairs brought home company. At 3am this morning him and this bird, walked/stumbled up the stairs by my bedroom window with no concern for my being asleep.
THIS bird squawked in her half awakeness and they shut up long enough for me to nod back off. I must have done so fairly quickly because I was woken again shortly thereafter by them going off… or going at it… or [insert euphemism of choice here].
Now, you may all think I’m a bit prudish for being bothered about it. If you’ve read my about page you’ll understand why (ironically in my last 5 years of living in apartments this is the 1st time I’ve been any kind of unwitting audience for any kind of [ahem] home-made porn). But there’s a fair bit of ewww attached to trying not to picture what’s going one directly above my bed on the next floor.
Worldly people, please advise, do I have any right to be squicked out ? Is this just one of those facts of life one has to live with when one lives in close quarters?
Sigh, ah well, while I await your sterling advice and before they go for round 4, I’m off to get coffee.
And ear-plugs.
The All Slacks
I’m over it.
Rugby.
I give up, I think it’s time I supported some other sport… this business of being an All Blacks supporter is a joke. Every 4 years the ABs get hauled before us as the favourites for the tournament and every time they choke.
So, this weekend I’ve sat through losses for both the Australia, my adopted country, and NZ my native land.
They both suck.
I wonder what sort of form the Kazakhstani ping pong team have got. Maybe I’ll start getting excited about them instead. At least if they bugger it up they’ve probably got less distance to fall from the pedestal.
Don’t come looking for me, and if you’re Australian, don’t even say the All Blacks’ name in my company.
Seriously.
Letting off Steam…
I should laugh more… it would ease the tension!!! Instead I put the little white earbuds attached to my Precious in my ears and keep my head down… Safer than getting my block knocked off. Oh yeah, and slip an extra post onto the blog by way of giving myself some head space…
Actually, I really don’t have a whole lot to say this afternoon. Mr Africa touched base of course on Saturday morning, that resulted in a flurry of typing – funny how that happens. It’s a very silly situation and while totally lovely to be the object of interest I am [reasonably] sane enough to know that it really doesn’t have a prayer of going anywhere… I mean, his politics are the extreme opposite of mine, and as if that weren’t enough his expression of faith is the other extreme as well.
…and, oh yeah, he lives on the other side of the planet (!)
So… keep telling me I’m daft if you see that twinkle in my eye, and remind me that it is all just very good fun and not serious in the least.
Honestly, I do feel as if I am very much in the way of having a very good friend over there. We certainly write on the same wavelength, have complimentary interests in other areas and if nothing else our correspondence would make for great publishing. (So if you are a publisher out there and are looking for well written story – one that doesn’t have an ending… slip me an email …)
He is out of town this week, a journalist on assignment elsewhere in Africa. A Very Good Thing so that I can concentrate on other aspects of work.
Like the fact I just landed another contract for a website facelift!!!
Oh Sh*t… Now I need to reevaluate how I am using my time… I think I need a couple of days off the normal job to get my head together!!!!
[GRIN..]
Not a bad set of problems to have is it??
ed. Dee, I don’t think you are allowed to say sh*t on the wibsite…
dee. bu**er.. sorry about that…