I don't believe it!
So there I was, all pysched up for my first ever driving lesson (that didn't involve my crazy friend Rob, Tesco carpark at 2am in the snow and the police) and above all else, actually UP in time for 8:30am (in case you don't know what 8am looks like, it looks SHIT. And dark.) and then at 8:12 my instructor rings up with the flu and cancels. Well, he said it was the flu, but you know what men are like. They get a sniffle and suddenly they're dying and they expect you to feed them lemsip whilst cooing. So I cooed over the phone a bit and told him to get well soon and now we are having the lesson on Monday, so I have to go through all the panic and random outbursts of 'Oh god, I'm gonna crash and kill us both!' all over again. Gah.
The up side of this is, I don't have to do it today. Also, I can now go back to bed for two hours before I have to haul myself down to college. Hooray! Sam will be jealous: he stayed over last night and usually he gets up at 7 when at mine to get the train to work, but today I made him get up at 6:45 cos I needed to be up too. Hearing his alarm go off and knowing that I only had fifteen minutes as opposed to being able to grunt, turn over and carry on sleeping for five hours was a complete nightmare. But I guess now I know how he feels. Except I don't cos I get to go back to sleep. YESS!
I'm watching BBC news and theres a debate going on about Greenwich Mean Time and whether or not we should keep to summertime all year long, as opposed to putting the clocks back, and then nobody would get SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). Considering mine kicked in last week, I'm all for this idea. When will it be Spring?
Ok, I'm wasting valuable sleep time by writing this so I will go.
So there I was, all pysched up for my first ever driving lesson (that didn't involve my crazy friend Rob, Tesco carpark at 2am in the snow and the police) and above all else, actually UP in time for 8:30am (in case you don't know what 8am looks like, it looks SHIT. And dark.) and then at 8:12 my instructor rings up with the flu and cancels. Well, he said it was the flu, but you know what men are like. They get a sniffle and suddenly they're dying and they expect you to feed them lemsip whilst cooing. So I cooed over the phone a bit and told him to get well soon and now we are having the lesson on Monday, so I have to go through all the panic and random outbursts of 'Oh god, I'm gonna crash and kill us both!' all over again. Gah.
The up side of this is, I don't have to do it today. Also, I can now go back to bed for two hours before I have to haul myself down to college. Hooray! Sam will be jealous: he stayed over last night and usually he gets up at 7 when at mine to get the train to work, but today I made him get up at 6:45 cos I needed to be up too. Hearing his alarm go off and knowing that I only had fifteen minutes as opposed to being able to grunt, turn over and carry on sleeping for five hours was a complete nightmare. But I guess now I know how he feels. Except I don't cos I get to go back to sleep. YESS!
I'm watching BBC news and theres a debate going on about Greenwich Mean Time and whether or not we should keep to summertime all year long, as opposed to putting the clocks back, and then nobody would get SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). Considering mine kicked in last week, I'm all for this idea. When will it be Spring?
Ok, I'm wasting valuable sleep time by writing this so I will go.
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*waves!*
(not cos chase told me too)