A Wayward Traveller

My, my, Saturday night. It doesn't seem yesterday that I was talking about our unprecedented vacation thanks to the suitcase full of soil last Saturday, but here we are, once again, talking of another unprecedented Saturday nights.

They no longer seem to be that busy. Taken over by the mayhem of Fridays, Saturdays have instantly become sort-of... quiet. You get a few drunks in occasionally but come 3am, it falls silent. Only for the occasional cabbie to come in and pay for their fuel in 20ps, or a hardcore party-goer wanting to find more alcohol, which, of course, they won't find in BP!

Tonight though, we had a different sort of customer. Not even a customer, just a ... person. He came in, wearing the sort of clothes usually found in a circus tent or a fancy dress party and came to the counter, and talked to The Wall.

Man : Can I ask a favour?

Wall: Yes. (Notice the blank reply.. That's the blanks canvas of The Wall in full flow!)

Man: I'm very lost and I'm many miles away from home. Is it OK If I borrow one your cars so I can get home for my Brother's wedding which is this afternoon?

Wall: Tom? You know I don't drive, but can this guy borrow your car to get home?

I'm serious. He genuinely asked me, seriously, if this randomer could "borrow" my car. I was polite in answering the man, "No I'm afraid not, I need it tomorrow." The man, who probably knew what answer was coming, faded out the shop, and then I turned on the Wall.

Me: Are you f****** insane?? Like I'm going to lend my car to a complete randomer.

Wall: Well, it's a reasonable request.

Me: Yeah right, as if he's going to bring it back. As if I'm gonna say, "Yeah certainly, there's the key, help yourself!" ... moron!

It was incredible and if that man actually convinced someone that he was going to bring the car back after using it, then he deserves the car.

Talking of travellers, Sister Mitten has returned to the household for a "surprise visit", (which also probably includes a hamper full of dirty washing!), and of course, the bathroom has now become a "no go zone" as it is full of beauty products and the like. Welcome back!

Football aswell this morning. I reallyyyy can't be bothered. Genuinely. It's too much effort after a difficult night, (that also included those bastard Sunday papers, remember) and I just want to sleep. But obviously, the team comes first, as does my head, as it would probably be knocked off it's shoulders by an angry father/coach. So tired.

But at least I still have a car!

Cya x