Reverse The Curse

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

So I was feeling very Friday the 13th today. By which I do not mean "unlucky", I mean I was feeling the urge to murder someone with a chainsaw.

And WHY, you may ask?

Might I remind you that today was supposed to be dinner with Dull Couple. 

Er Indoors told me there was Good News.

They're sick?
They've been eaten by a shark?
They've fallen down a hole?

No, the good news was that it was no longer dinner. Just drinks. But it was going to be straight after work, and today I had a late meeting so it was going to be a rush.

I wasn't sure if this was good news or not. All I knew is that it meant I wouldn't have time to get home from work to change into casual clothes and go out again. So I decided to wear casual clothes to work instead.

And so, with the New Plan all fixed, I skipped off to work down Aurora Terrace in my informal knickers.

And got to the VERY BOTTOM of the hill and realised that my work pass was in my WORK trousers. Not my casual trousers.

EFFING EFF.

So I climbed up the Huge Effing Hill at 7:30 this morning, and collapsed panting through the door. "Casual pants... no pass... effing Dull Couple..." I offered by way of explanation. And left again.

So I was not looking forward to Friday 13th when I got to work. 

BUT. THEN.

Things started to turn around. I had a pretty good day at work. The horrible late meeting turned out pretty ok. Not only that BUT -

ER INDOORS CANCELLED DINNER.

It turned out that SHE wasn't feeling very good today. Which obviously is just AWFUL and I feel TERRIBLE about it, so please ignore the happy dance I'm doing and the party poppers I'm letting off.

I'm a horrible HORRIBLE human being.

So I was in such a good mood on my way home today that I bought Er Indoors lots of magazines, which always cheer her up when she's sick. And I bought myself a big bottle of whisky.

The whisky is because the nights are drawing in and the weather is getting cold. It occurred to me the other day that I want a bottle in the house just for when I feel like it. 

When I got in, Er Indoors was feeling completely okay again. I gave her the magazines and she was happy and I was happy and we ordered a curry just like old times. But I didn't crack open the whisky.

To be honest, I don't drink alone often. In fact it may never happen. I just like to know that it is there. Like you three, like Edinburgh, like Scotland. 

So who knows when I will drink it. Maybe I'll save it for the next 13th.

S.