Flat as a pancake
Today’s not started well. I should have driven to work feeling on top of the world because tomorrow is my last day and I should eb in the zone.
Instead I set off and automatically notice something is wrong with my car. I park up at the station after 3 minutes of “flapping” noises coming from my car and check it over. The rear right tyre is as flat as a pancake and then it occurs to me I’ve been driving on the rims. :S
Looking at the tyre I notice a huge screw sticking out and so now I am torn between trying to change the tyre or running to get the train.
I get the train…
So tonight when I get back to the station I have the task of getting my spare on before the weekend as I’ll have to purchase another for my journey to Halifax.
I’ve been feeling a little off kilter all week and can only think my hormones are all crazy. Silly things have been bugging me and it’s winding me up to think that I am even remotely bothered by all this.
Perhaps tonight I need to sleep early in preparation for a monumental day.
