Ever had one of those days? For me yesterday it was one of those evenings.
Tuesday nights are training nights, so after work once I’ve fed the various animals I start to get myself ready and get all my gear together. When I got home though I forgot that the cats had no meat left, just biscuits, and I had forgotten to buy any more at lunchtime. It might not sound like that big a deal, but in my house not giving the cats their tea at precisely 5.30pm is tantamount to heresy, and if there was a ducking stool available, I’d have been on it. I’m lucky they didn’t eat me to be honest.
The first calamity over with, I popped upstairs to get out of my work clothes and into something a bit more comfortable, a task which has become even more satisfying this week since the purchase of some new work shoes which seem to be made of plate steel or something equally as rigid. Size 11 my arse. As I put my jeans on I noticed something was a bit different, something was wrong – the buckle piece from my belt was gone. It must have fallen off I suppose, but it meant an evening of constantly hoiking my trousers up to somewhere less explicit.
Naturally I’d forgotten to put my dobok (translation available on the new teminology page!) out to dry during the day, so the neighbours kindly agreed to tumble dry it for me. I popped in to pick it up on my way past, and the handle broke of the tumble dryer. Much fiddling about with a screwdriver later, the dryer had relented and given in to good old-fashioned brute force and I had everything I needed for the evening (except of course my water, I forgot to fill the bottle and had to resort to one of the extortionate machines at the leisure centre).
Given the way the evening was going I was pleasantly surprised to arrive in one piece with no incidents on the way. I’ve recently replaced my car stereo which got stolen back last summer (thanks Rob) , so the novelty of having music on the move again is still in full effect. I sat in the car park to listen to the end of a particularly loud track (Crossbreed – Saints Of Grey if you must know), got out and got my bags from the boot of the car. I don’t know if you’re like me, but I have a mental checklist whenever I go anywhere to make sure I have the necessities, so I went through it.
Phone? – check, wallet? – check, keys?….. keys? Oh Crap.
Yes, being the absolute genius I am I managed to leave them in the ignition and lock the doors. After a few seconds of panic I remembered the boot was still unlocked, and so began the unceremonious task of climbing in the back of the car, flattening the back seats down, hanging between the front seats and desperately grasping for the keys. Luckily I’d had some practise here, as a couple of weeks previous I’d done something similar and had to create the boot manoeuvre when I parked too close to a concrete pillar in a very busy multi-storey car park, much to the bemusement and amusement of the passing shoppers.
I’m pleased to report that training went without incident, I half expected my leg to fall off or something. Instead it just felt like it as we did lots of very slow, very deliberate kicking drills. There’s kickboxing training tonight which is great additional fitness work for me, I just hope the build-up to it is less eventful.