Today feels as though it's hardly happened at all. Firstly, I slept in until 11am which was utterly utterly wonderful. Then I raced into town to buy birthday presents, we raced to a pub in North London for birthday drinks, raced home and now the spud is being raced into bed by his father and I am in my fancy new lounge suit racing down a gin and orange.
It's not been without it's little stresses, today. Given that I was running late with my present shopping I drove to Brixton (I know, there's no excuse) and it turned out that about 1000 other people had had the same idea and there was no parking.
I was driving slowly up my favourite Secret Parking Road when I noticed a car on my tail. Near the end of viable parking I pulled over, let her pass and started to turn around for another cruise past the spots. As I was pausing to let a car through in the opposite direction, she, having turned around on the sly, steamed past, forced the other car to pull over and raced into the lead. I cursed her as foully and as inventively as I know how (and believe me, when it comes to sordid invective, I worked for 6 years in a biker bar and Know What I'm Doing) when she found a space and cut into it at top speed.
I pulled into a spot about 50 feet up the road and walked towards her car still fuming, wondering if I had the guts to actually key her car (as if... I can't even throw rubbish that I've picked up from the street into someone else's bin) when I saw that she was still trying to park her jalopy into her precious little space. I strode past, pausing only to smirk and raise an eyebrow at her in as cutting as manner as I know how.
I know. Steer clear of me, I might eyebrow you into submission.