Unfortunately all my well-formulated plans to be at the arrivals gate waving signs with Ali, Dan and Si went totally out of the window due to the crappy, heap of shit thing I was driving that most people refer to as a car! Seeing as the exhaust on my car sounds like its about to drop off at any second, my boss let me borrow one of the work cars, the one that had come back from the garage and was supposedly road-worthy. Yeah, that�s right, the one that the clutch was dying on so half way round the M25 when I was planning to stop for a refuel, I changed down gear on the slip road and it wouldn�t go back into gear�any of them.
So there was me at 7.30 last night by South Mimms services waiting to be rescued. At 9pm he finally turned up in a blaze of yellow flashing lights and high-visibility jackets to tow the car round the corner to the depot (seems it was unfixable at the side of the road) and to then be driven home again.
I sat in a car for a total of 5 hours (including driving home from work), got precisely nowhere and got really bad arse-ache to boot!! Still it meant I had time to prepare nibbles for our guests who arrived in a flurry of �Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!� and �Oh my god its you!!!!�
Still, I know have the next 5 days to chill out and not think about work (which incidentally has been bonkers today!). Tomorrow I am taking my mum on a shopping spree (its her b�day, what a nice daughter I am) and the rest of the time will be spent doing touristy things. Tonight though, its Weight Watchers, the pub and footie *chants* Ennnngggerrrland!!