It's Not That I'm Ungrateful.....

My car was in the body shop for two days this week and one of my ladies took me home one day and picked me up the next, so far so good. The problem is the member of staff who lives closest to me is known in the office as Magoo.

I drive a Peugeot 406 Estate whereas Magoo drives a little Rover, the combination of her short-sightedness and the proximity of the passenger seat to the front of the bonnet was scary to say the least. As we wheelspinned out of the car park last night I told myself to treat it like a ride of Thunder Mountain at Eurodisney, only one that lasted twenty minutes rather than two.

Anyway, the two journeys were relatively accident free and she even got up early this morning so she could be at my house before eight o'clock. When I say early, her idea of early was actually half an hour later than the time I got up........blimey I sound like a right old moaner don't I?

It's not always easy travelling with somebody you already spend forty odd hours a week in close proximity to, but we passed the time by discussing witches, warlocks and the fact that her Mum has been the subject of a flasher on no less than three occassions.

As a postscript after we'd got to work this morning she went upstairs and used her asthma inhaler, this was on the back of me giving Squirrel the shock of her life on Wednesday when I emerged from the stationery cupboard and she didn't realise I was in there in the first place, it took a bit of coaxing to get her down off the ceiling. As I said to her this afternoon, making one member of staff's heart race and another lose her breath in the same week shows there must be life in the old Baldy yet!