The sun was shining, birds were chirping and children were playing happily in the streets. We on the other hand were inside with the blinds drawn and tissues shoved up our runny noses, slummin' it on the couch.
When the clock struck 10 we scampered out to the car (tissues still up noses) to make the trek to my old work. The place that used to pay me to have fun. It was the trial marking day for HSC Body Of Work and I was going to throw my two bob in. Not long after our arrival I realised that I no longer had to bob to offer. That's right- it appears I am officially brain dead (i will confirm this later). I left, deflated. Marking Criterias, outcomes, jargon- it's all lost to me now.
As a means of restoring my self worth, I decided to make my family a delicious meal. Roast chicken with chorizo and tomato, all I needed was a few extra ingredients. We once again load into the car for a quick shopping adventure.
Lady baby in Bjorn, Young man in trolly. Right. Let's go. Oh wait, bung trolly. We just grab a new one- no big deal.
It's all way too easy right here. My children behave like angels, no crying, no screaming, no climbing out of trolly- no nonsense. We hunt and gather what we need from Harris Farm before rolling our way back to the parking lot. I give my back pockets a quick tap to locate my keys, followed by a rummage through my bag- no keys.
Yeah- left my keys in that first bung trolley. I left that bung trolley stranded outside harris farm. By the time I got back there is was long gone. Keys. Long. Gone.
But don't worry- I cooked that dinner, i cooked it good. And it was AWESOME. Dave is cleaning up as we speak while I
Let's all look at Mr Depp.