Well we went to see the Eagles last night at Twickenham, my mum (bless her) offered to drop us off, and she ended up having to leave us about a mile or more from the stadium because the traffic just wasn't moving. But it was a really nice evening and we wandered along the A316 enjoying the sunshine and chatting and it was nice.
The concert was brilliant, and got even better in the last hour when they played all the stuff that everyone was waiting for. We wandered back towards Richmond, mum picked us up and we were home by 11pm.
Waking up this morning, the sun was shining, it was very warm, it was also very bloody late. I'd slept till nearly 10.30am, (unusual for me, normally up by 9.00am at the latest weekends) and as we couldn't find me a nice present yesterday, we decided to go shopping in Kingston. (Good idea in theory - crap idea in practice)!! Kingston was full of hot sweaty peoply, the Bentalls Centre was hot, humid and sweaty and my head started to pound. I still couldn't find a present that I liked and we decided that it was time to go to Sainsbury's to get the weekly shopping.
For those of you that have experienced the joys of the Kingston one way system, you will understand how much of a bastard it is to get into the right lane (even if you live in the area, it can screw you up). So after coming out of the underground car park and having to accelerate across 3 lanes of traffic to get into the right set of lanes (not the correct lane but the right set for where I wanted to go) I get stuck behind the two slowest most annoying drivers in Kingston. They don't know what lane they want, they don't know where they are going (I don't think they knew what planet they were on). I managed to see a space and nip over into the lane I wanted, just as the Merc in front of me decided he wanted the space I had just made and slammed his breaks on in the middle of three lanes of moving traffic and start indicating left. (thank god for ABS and good brakes) After calling him a few names that children shouldn't hear, I got passed him and onto the fun part of the one way system. I've just got passed the lights am indicating to turn left and a C**T in a people mover decides to cut across 3 lanes of traffic and take the left turn directly in front of me. I only just managed to miss him. And surprise surprise, he had kids in the car.
It's really odd though, when you're that pissed off and scared because some prick has nearly forced you to mount the f 'ing pavement and run into the cast iron railings, YOU CAN'T FIND THE HORN!!!!! Why the hell not. It's not like it's hard in a BMW, it's the entire centre of the f**cking steering wheel. I eventually manage to find it and he got called worse names than the twat in the Merc and luckily for him he wasn't going to Sainsubury's. (God knows if he had been, I would have had to have words about him not being able to drive)
Anyway, these two fantastic incidents with idiot Sunday Drivers caused my headache to be so bad that the husband had to guide me around Sainsbury's. So now I'm fighting off the worst of it and hoping it dies off and doesn't insist on staying around for too long, after all I do have an interview tomorrow and I can't do interviews with a migraine. For some reason it makes concentrating a real bitch.
The husband keeps telling me to try and sleep, this is a very hard thing to do when you've got a little man and 15,000 of his mates inside your brain, having a rave and they keep turning the bass up. The other possibility is that this little man and his mates are having a tattoo party and are currently tattooing the inside of my skull. However I think they are using a pneumatic drill to do the bloody artwork!!!!
So now I'm going to sit and suffer on the sofa, the husband is going to cook dinner (steak) and then I'm going to get all my crap ready for tomorrow so that I don't have to do it in the morning....
ta ta for now....