.....you're taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around.....
Maybe I should stop starting these threads with song lyrics.
OK, so, here's what happened to me last Sunday (I've basically been in Budapest since then).
First up, I drove up to Stoke to see them play Spurs, mainly because I hadn't been to their ground before. This all went quite well, no traffic or anything, and then we got parked fairly close to the ground, but it all went downhill from there. Spurs lost, getting two players sent off and giving away two penalties into the bargain, which obviously didn't exactly put me in a great mood...
...then, it took 45 minutes to get out of the car park, which, as it was just an area of gravel really, was a bit of a free-for-all...
...then, on the M1, we got stuck a few hundred yards from a car fire (we could see the smoke, emergency services and the charred remains on the ground when we drove past). We were stuck there for about one and a half hours. I was, at this point, a little low on petrol so I turned my car engine and radio off so, it was cold and we had no entertainment, save for a few chats with some of the other drivers. I guess we could be considered a bit fortunate that we were actually driving quite a bit further, unlike one guy who was coming off at the next junction, and had actually wanted to come off at the previous one but had been convinced by his wife to continue...
...so I thought I would call Tina, let her know what was going on, and ask her to get my passport out (as I was going to be home late and it would save me messing around when I got in). She informed me it was not where it should be, so I asked her to look in all the obvious places it could be so she continued looking...
...meanwhile the traffic has been cleared so I could continue on my journey to srop Stu off in Leighton Buzzard. As we had heard that there might be another accident further down the M1, I asked him if there was another way back to Watford and he directed my to another road that headed towards Hemel, and went through a few village type things, so basically the speed limit kept going from 60 to 30 and back again...
...which was fine until I got into Hemel and then got pulled over by the police. Apparently I was doing 75 in the last 60 zone. Luckily, he let me off with a warning as I explained I was tired and was just keen to get home, but, as he was leaving, the cheeky sod suggested I should support another football team as well, just spurs luck, though, we can't even get three points from the police...
...so I got home to find Tina in a panic as she hadn't found my passport, which was now very worrying. Obviously I was considering texting my boss to tell her I wouldn't be able to go, when I thought about checking the laptop bag. Now, I don't have a laptop, but when I go abroad I get use of a 'pool' laptop which I then have to return. The last time I went out was about 6 or 7 weeks ago. Lo and behold, the passport was in the bag, big relief, but basically I had left it in there and handed it back into work, and it was just good fortune that I got the same laptop to use again...
...so it was a bad day but it finished well, like all good stories...
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