I often claim that it takes a great deal of effort to be as ‘loskop’ as I am, which if truth be told is my way of making myself feel better. Pretty sure no-one really believes it. I apparently left my house keys on the floor of T’s room last night (not that I’d realised). It also transpires I’ve left my cellphone at home as well, well at least I hope it’s at home, otherwise it’s lost. I thought I’d get to the house before Frank locked up, but life conspired against me in the form of a taxi overturning on the N2 which naturally backed up traffic. I then figured taking Boyes drive might be a bit quicker, would have been if some geriatric wasn’t driving over it at 2 km/h – literally. Figured I could get a message to W via msn… nope, doesn’t want to work. Last resort, I’ve sent an email. Gotta love the technological age.
Not much to do but sit outside the gate and surf the net till either W gets here or my battery dies :)