I set off for work this morning and at the bottom of the avenue I suddenly realised I wasn't wearing my watch. I resisted the temptation to turn back and contrary to my initial concerns, I didn't really spend the day feeling like my left arm had been amputated.
My daily commute was hampered both ways today by "undue hesitancy of the year" contestants and yet I wasn't actually late for anything*.
When I got home, contrary to this morning's forecast it was still sunny and I managed to run the mower over the back lawn before it threw it down with rain.
Little Sis told me a few years ago about a book she'd read called "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" which I never actually read (I'm very thinly read remember?) but I took the title to heart. Today is possibly proof that I still try not to...
*I have recently realised that it's not the delay that annoys me as much as the fact that I've taken a liking to tearing down quiet country lanes (safely of course) and these people are stopping my fun
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So you incubate them in NE Lincs! Keep 'em. We don't need their kind. Tear down as many cuontry lanes ( on your side of the boundary) as you like but please drive carefully around our ducklings and children.
I stopped wearing a watch when I was more concerned for my Gucci than my appointments. It's never done me any harm but I always late for everything. Somehow I get the feeling that you're not. x
* country ( my fingers are uber-punctual)
I'm going to stop commenting so much - I'm irritating myself
I thought they invented the mobile phone to replace the watch ????
'Tis true.
My watch strap broke several weeks back and I have relied upon mobiles and clocks wherever I land up.
That explains why I am in Venezuela...I'll have my free barrel of oil now Mr.Chavez.
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