Mornings don't always go to plan

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Do you know how some mornings can go a bit pear shaped? Nothing massively importantly wrong, but just not how you’d imagined it going when you were lying in bed hitting the snooze button.

That’s what mine did this morning.

Firstly there was the milk. Nothing too dangerous about milk you might think, until you try giving it a shake AFTER you have unscrewed the lid.

Why?

Why would I do that? What is it that makes you do illogical things when you are still sleepy? So, I sat and ate my Cornflakes in a slightly wet shirt, thinking that by four O’clock this afternoon I’m going to be smelling of really stale milk. However, it’s only now, as I sit writing on the train approaching Reading station, that it has occurred to me that I could have just popped upstairs and put a clean shirt on!

Men!

And then there was my new laptop.

On Friday, just before going away for a long weekend (details to follow on a later post) I got a new laptop. Now I’ve never claimed to be the most PC & Internet savvy person in the world, but working my way around Windows 7 after what feels like a lifetime of XP, is like taking a hoop away from a 1930’s child and presenting him with a SIMON. It is alien and complicated and weird and wrong – but also wonderful and exciting and new. I can’t stop finding new things to log into, just so I can set up the fingerprint gadget – now THAT is the future!

However, this morning I flipped open the lid while eating breakfast, just to have a quick snoop at things, only to discover that when I had shut it down last night, I hadn’t spotted it was trying to load 28 bloody updates – WINDOWS!! So I’d closed the lid, which apparently is illegal or something, because it refused point blank to load them unless the lid was up. So I sat there for about three weeks, watching the clock tick by. When I finally got rebooted I realised that I was late, so without so much as a check on Facebook, I threw the laptop into my bag and left the house – into the rain.

Which meant I had to have my coat’s hood up, which distinctly impaired my peripheral vision.

Which meant I didn’t notice the man stood next to me giving me scared looks, while I walked along 

loudly chuntering “bloody stupid windows 7 making me miss my bloody train without even letting me bloody do any fingerprinting”, until after he rushed away shaking his head.

Never mind, so I’m late for work and stinking of milk – I still have my fingers so I can still have some fun, right?