After today, I now know exactly why Londoners are so bloody agressive when they’re on the tube (and also in every other aspect of their lives) and I’m not anywhere near London. I had a crazy, bloody day with fecking public tansport, buses that come 30 minutes late, smelly people on said buses (seriously at what point do you start smelling without caring) nearly being run over by a stupid bloody driver (seriously I’ve failed my driving test 5 times and even I’m probably a better driver (excuse the hyperbolic tone but ARGHGHRHR IT’S TRUE) and then people looking at me dazed as I struggle to get my bike of the tram.
Why is it the day that you’re running late, forgotten to brush your teeth and your coat that everything systematically goes wrong?!
Sigh, I sure am glad, I have a bunch of strangers on the internet to complain to because surely you guys don’t have your own worries or qualms?
Sigh well at least I managed to transport all that chocolate I mentioned in the last post (by eating it, thanks for the suggestions) we are somewhat moved in, now it just means me getting off my butt and sorting things which I’m not grand at, meh, I can do the very British thing of making cups of tea? So if I’m not here, making you laugh as much, it’s because I’m busy probably avoiding responsibility and making myself look busy.
Happy friday everybody (for tomorrow), you guys deserved it (as well as a healthy dose of red wine),