Thank you...

... to the driver who's so crap at parallel parking that you've taken half the paintwork off my car as you (I imagine) desperately tried to manoeuvre into that 10 foot gap at the end of my car. And thank you again for driving off with leaving a note at least apologising for the damage you caused.

All in all, it's been a shit day. Had to go to work on the motorway as some of the A road was closed - I came off at the right junction but then, instead of going right at the roundabout, I went straight ahead back onto the motorway. Which made me late for swimming...

Which meant that the pool was busier than normal and swimming lessons reduced the number of lanes. I stuck it for 20 minutes until there were 10 of us trying to use 3 lanes and some idiot bloke kept swimming right at me. So I came out of there in a foul mood...

Which meant that I really wasn't in the mood to spend the day almost entirely on one project, answering stupid questions from argumentative academics who had their chance to input, couldn't be arsed and now aren't happy with the outcome. I know you think you're right and really, continue with the patronising tone, I'm loving it, honestly but really, no you're not.

Home on the motorway too, almost crashed into unexpected traffic which, it turns out, was due to an overturned caravan (Clarkson's right you know) so I got to sit in traffic for half an hour and I've somehow ended up with a sharp metal object embedded in my tyre which will mean time and quite possibly money at the garage tomorrow.

All in all, I'm really glad it's bedtime.

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