Stuck

Came home from choir, went to get a takeaway and my electric window wouldn’t work. So had to open the door to collect the food. Then drove home, but when I tried to open my door it wouldn’t open. I tried hitting it and the lock stuck. By then I was panicking. I started honking the horn and flashing the car lights but no one was around. My phone was on the back seat and I couldn’t reach it. I tried to squeeze my foot up and over the central gear lever and brake, to get into the passenger seat, but couldn’t move my leg so I managed to pull the lever under the seat and tip the seat back to give me more space. I shuffled across hoping I wouldn’t knock the car out of gear or loosen the handbrake. I finally shimmied across. Luckily the passenger door opened. I WAS FREE! I’m shaking and need a decent garage to tow it away to fix it. Meanwhile I daren’t drive it because I don’t know if I’ll get stuck again. 😢

Major panic!

My mind in confusion! We had a power failure and my Wi-Fi connection was lost. OK fine….. I found the router… But what was my password? Where was it? Not on the router… Oh god! Where had I written it down? I am one of these people that has a different password for EVERY SINGLE WEBSITE. I don’t even use the same words with different numbers, and I knew it was a series of upper and lower case letters plus numbers. I really needed to find it. But being super sneaky I had half in one place and the other half somewhere else! Argh… Two hours later! Recombined it in the right order. Back on line. Now to re set my alarm clock. That should be easier!

Substitutions

I’m still struggling so a friend offered to come and pick me up and we could go shopping.

But hubby just told me off for troubling other people. He still didn’t get what I wanted he says he fu(£%ING hates shopping. I had given him a long list earlier but he came back with twenty bananas instead of a pork pie. We discussed why and I suggested he tick things off as he got them. Half an hour later I gave him a list with four things on. He went out and managed to get two of them but didn’t tick them off. He thinks oatibix are porridge and pizzas are quiche! At least he got me some decaff. He’d be good working at a supermarket because he explained they were substitutions! Basically he can’t cope with walking round the shops he gets overwhelmed and wants to get back out and home. I can see him wandering off when we go together. He can’t concentrate!