If you have a morning like that

My car was at the garage yesterday. The dear little thing needed a small service. It also had some starting problems when it was cold in the mornings, which I could completely relate to. So said, so done. But by the end of the day, I picked up my support and mainstay, and things were stuttering even more than before. I’ll have to call back tomorrow, because I was so late that they had stuffed the key under the sun visor. That can happen in my village.

But this morning was one of those mornings. That your love first has to go to the physio at a somewhat awkward work-related time and you hear to drive (something with torn ankle ligaments, so driving yourself isn't safe). And in that wasted time, you quickly pop into the local supermarket, because the toilet paper suddenly ran out, but that turns out to be the starting signal for the primary school mothers. You stand inside at the Aaah-Haaa, and you have the shopping list not crammed into the pocket of your jeans, but probably next to it. It is in any case missing in action. And you really have no idea what you were supposed to get, because that list is a big, gaping hole in your memory. Oh yes, toilet paper. But further… Oh yes, zucchinis. I let things crack a bit more and fumble out a coffee creamer and cleaning agent, but I can't get any further. Meanwhile, I think about how crazy it would be if I suddenly yelled at the chips aisle, but really ugly with loud outbursts, and I decide it's time to pay. So back to the garage for a bit, because they are going to read the system, another piece of your morning is gone.

By the way, it's raining too, did you see? Not a little bit, but those thick drops that soak you. It's windy, hard. Everything I thought of this morning for my hair, just flew out spontaneously. As we speak, I'm getting a call from Barcelona, from a number I don't know, and I wonder if I've been hacked. Thank goodness my voicemail is off and they can't fill it up, that costs a fortune. Or is there maybe someone in Barcelona that I really need to answer? Yes, well, I let that one slide too. And it's only just 8:55. But actually, I'm not even that grumpy, not yet.