This week has been one of those many weeks when nothing noteworthy seemed to happen. A week when the normal routine kicks in and the enjoyment of life jumps out of the window. A week full of days that morph into each other. You surely know the kind of weeks that I’m talking about. One of those weeks when each day is just the routine that you get up, you work, you eat, and then you go to sleep. Before you know it, the week has slipped past.
It’s the mundane weeks that really test your character. I like to remember that character is continuing to do those things that you ought to do even when the initial excitement has ended.
A few things have happened this week. Like, I telephoned a call centre yesterday morning and moaned about my direct debit payment last week. Hmmm…oh yes, during the week I booked my car’s MOT test as well. Oh, and Gloria’s work friend’s daughter invited us to her twenty-first birthday meal one Saturday in May.
Actually, I could make up some amazing post about any of those three things if I wanted to exaggerate the truth of what happened.
I could talk about my car. It’s so old that it still has a tape player rather than a CD player. My first car didn’t even have a radio. I love sunroofs and my car has one. It is a manually operated sunroof but I love it.
Did I ever tell you about when I bought the car? I telephoned this number and found myself in a rather seedy situation. The dealer was down a side alley near a train station. Walking down the alley which had a taxi rank sign from years ago when this was a different business, I was greeted by a padlocked gate and a massive dog. The barking dog was then joined by a rather unsettling tough guy…
No, I haven’t told you that story? Well, that’s another blog post I guess…