Day 1, cr*p day at work
day 2, another cr*p day at work, go shopping, fall over at checkout and land on knees and hand. Cut hand and bruise/sprain knees.
day 3, Go out to car at 6.00 am notice brain dead husband has taken the recycling bins out, put bags on boot, take in recycling bins and drive off. reach swimming baths notice bags missing, go home, sports bag on drive handbag miissing, panic a lot, walk the unlit lanes with torch no bag, cancel all credit/debit cards etc and throw a tantrum.
day4, amazingly someone found the bag but with money phone etc still in it but cards are cancelled.
day 5, still no cards etc running out of money.
day 6 get up, ring brain dead husband who had bravely driven his van to work if the roads are ok husband says yes why not take your just repaired as new 996 sps out and have a coffe with your dad in westerham. get on bike ride to westerham and have coffee with dad and friends. pull away from resteraunt in westerham high street and promptly highside in front of loads of people. get on bike and ride home in first gear.
day 6 pm,whilst brain dead husband duct tapes 2week old fairings together replaces gear lever etc feel battered and bruised. Go to party drink at least 1 bottle of sparkling wine and feel ok
day7, amazingly can still walk but now have one fat and one thin thigh, feel very stupid and self concious about accident husband says I should be proud most men havent got the bottle to open the throttle hard enough to highside even on the track(me included)
guess who
dave