Ok so confession, I didn't make any goodies for our dinner date. In fact, we didn't even make dinner - take out Wagamammas won that battle and I had absolutely no qualms about it! I'll save those individual Slutty Brownies for another day.
This week I've mostly been obsessing over Wimbledon. I have Djokovic, Nadal & Tsonga (mostly based on aesthetic values rather than any sporting talent) and the boy has Murray, Federer and Serena Williams. If any of mine win the final then he has to buy me dinner and vice versa - unless one of my boys wins the gents final and Serena wins the ladies; then I guess we go half?! I'm not sure. But I love love love Wimbledon so much. Much more than this silly World Cup business.
Another theme of this week has been cars & coffee...
There are 3 different situations that I feel I need to address from this week.
1. Travel Cups.
I simply LOVE travel cups. I have a Starbucks Red Cup for Christmas time, I have a Starbucks customised gold sparkly cup, I have a bright pink mini cup and we all have a stead fast trusty Thermos somewhere in the house. So long story short Mum brought me home a new travel cup from her company. I made coffee in it, merrily went along my way to work and BOOM! Spilled hot coffee all down my beautiful emerald silk top before I'd even made it to the office.
Moral: Embrace your inner sensible old lady and test travel cups to see if they leak BEFORE you take them in the car and ruin your outfit for the day.
2. Aggressive Drivers.
We have all experienced them. I don't wanna stereotype but a large proportion of them drive some form of white van. Anyway this particular white van was super angry that I didn't let him out of a junction so he threw a whole heap of aggressive gestures to me through my rear screen. So much so that I got a little scared so I decided to turn off the main road into a lane, thinking that he would just continue his merry way and I would go back to the main road and continue of MY merry way. But instead, he followed me, continuing to throw even more scary aggressive signals at me and me not having a clue where this windy narrow - not very public - lane was taking me. Cue complete hormonal floods of tears and the obvious assumption that I was going to be murdered that morning.
Moral: If you feel threatened, drive to a safe PUBLIC place. The same if you are being followed by an unmarked police car - do not stop, especially in a secluded place. Drive to a petrol station, or a police station or anywhere you know where your dad is.
NB. He turned off eventually and I made it back to the main road, having not been murdered.
3. Take Out Coffee.
Board meeting. 6 Directors. 2 Group Execs. This calls for me, as a secretary, to take my directors coffee and go get take out. 8 cups of coffee. 1 E Class AMG. 1 roundabout. Omg coffee all over the car. I actually think I screamed out loud. This not only means that there is coffee all over the car, it also means that some of the Directors only had half a cup of coffee. It was a dark dark day.
Moral: ALWAYS take back up secretarial support to monitor the coffee. Also, wet towels are way more effective for cleaning up coffee before using dry ones. I think it's something to do with extracting the liquid and not just pushing a stain in to the carpet - I don't know exactly how it works but it does.
NB. I think I managed to clean the car, but if it still smells I'm going to have it valeted tomorrow. I also topped up some of the coffee with hot water from the kettle when I eventually made it back to the office granny driving. Which I'm sure tasted rank, but they drank it anyway.
So I'm done for learning lessons for the week - I realllly hope. Now, I'm off to catch up on Wimbledon and watch some rubbish tele.
Mx
Photos: I liked them on Pinterest. The pin up is from Nadine Hunters Pin Up / Rockabilly board and the bug is from Karlijn Jonkers Quotes board.
