Especially for London City Mum I have kept the bad lip syncing video, with the prolonged pause at the end, as I work out how to switch it off. Plus, I confess I did exaggerate a little, when I said that ‘the sh*t had hit the fan.’ It hasn’t been cataclysmic in terms of disaster, just fairly minor irritations.
So, in summary, if you can’t be bothered to watch the vlog. (I am liking this vlogging one off. I will get better at it I promise. I may even manage to eventually get the lip synced and everything.) Basically, I am half a tooth down, and I managed to get the diesel hose stuck in the entry hole, whilst I was at the petrol station. No amount of tugging would dislodge the bloody thing. In the end I had to swallow my pride and ask this bloke who was filling his car up to help me. First rule of flying solo – don’t be afraid to ask for help.
“Excuse me mate. Err…. please can you help me. I have got my thingy stuck and I can’t get it out.”
For some reason, I couldn’t find the word hose in my vocabulary.
“Ay?” He looked very confused.
“Seriously, it’s really stuck, please can you help me pull it out. Look!!” and I then demonstrated how jammed it was by tugging on it really hard.
“Don’t pull it too hard.” he exclaimed (Blimey, I feel like I am writing about someone’s first wank!) as he walked over to the pump and took charge of the situation.
Fortunately, he wasn’t able to extract it on the first tug. I would have been mightily p*ssed off if he had. If I have to endure the humiliation of looking like some dumb Doris who has got her hose stuck in the diesel hole, I want it to actually be stuck. He then did some male, voo doo, jiggery pokery and managed with a tug and twist to get it out. I somehow then managed to get diesel all over my hands. I frickin’ hate filling up vehicles with fuel because I always end up getting diesel over my hands. It’s not a good lady smell.
About an hour earlier one of my teeth cracked off, when I was pulling open the lid of a Fruit Shoot bottle with my mouth. As I haven’t sorted out a new dentist since we moved I’ll now need to find one pronto. I think it’ll be a root canal jobber. It is typical that I will have to endure the grim procedure and then ‘keep calm and carry on’. It’s always the same, the minute I fly solo something goes wrong – why is that? Or maybe things always go wrong but they seem exacerbated by flying solo.
I hope your week starts better. Happy Monday y’all!