Things didn’t begin well yesterday, but they slowly picked up.
It was a bad start to the day yesterday. We were running late as usual. In fact, later than usual so we didn’t even catch the tail end of the line-up and had to go in through the front entrance of the school. I had left my bag in the car in my haste. I rushed to the petrol station to get some ginger beer for rebel daughter’s 1940s extravaganza on Friday. I am now thinking of ways of putting it into a receptacle that is less 2009 than a tin. I went home to work and do an interview about financial planning for families, followed by a conference call. In between I got an angry call from my partner. He had had an accident at 9am and left an urgent message on my phone. My phone doesn’t show if someone has left a message. I think it probably should, but I never had time to read the very long instruction manual. He had burst a tyre trying to avoid a car and lost control of the car. Luckily, he wasn’t going very fast, but no-one stopped and he was in shock. He has had a lot on his mind lately.