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Puncture, Smoking, and Myleene Klass (2008-01-02)

Category: Diary. Posted: 2008-01-03 19:09:16 GMT.

It took me ages to get out of bed this morning - I just didn't want to move. I eventually got out of bed, and started getting ready for work. I put my bag on the back of my bike, and then realised that I hadn't put the carrier bag recycling into it, so had to unstrap it, put the bags inside, and then strap it up. I then put on the warm coat that my brother had bought me for Christmas, and all my hi-vis gear, and pushed my bike out of the front door. The pedal caught on the bottom of the door, and forced the back wheel to spin. Unfortunately, the back wheel was also caught, so it simply forced the back tyre into the bottom of the door. I worked the bike free, rested it against the door-step, locked the front door, and then pushed the bike towards the road. It was making a bit of a funny noise, but it wasn't until I sat on it that I realised that I had a puncture. Gimmeration! Not a good start to the year. I pushed the bike back to the house, took all my hi-vis gear off, unstrapped my bag from the bike rack, and walked to the bus-stop.

A woman arrived at the bus-stop at about the same time as me. She wasn't exactly totty, so I didn't bother talking to her. I had felt too warm wearing my new coat over the last week, and was beginning to think that I wouldn't wear it again until November. Waiting at the bus-stop, I was happy that I had my new coat. I was also happy that I had an Oystercard, because I didn't have enough cash to pay for a bus fare. I called my boss to let him know that I'd be a bit late, and then waited for the bus. After a while, I heard the click of a lighter, and turned round to see the woman smoking. Forgetting that there wasn't a no smoking sign at the bus shelter, I just said, "Do you mind?". She looked at me, and said, "What's it got to do with you?". "Because it's illegal, and I don't want to have to breathe in your cigarette smoke.", I replied. "There ain't a no smoking sign", she correctly replied. "Come on, you know it's illegal", I said. "No I don't. I'm in an enclosed public space, if you don't like it, just walk outside", she replied. Then, realising how stupid what she'd just said was, just started swearing at me. "Who the f*ck are you f*ck*ng 'aving a go a' me a' eigh' o'clock in the f*ck*ing morning", she politely said. Realising how stupid and rude she'd been, she simply put out her cigarette!

The bus arrived soon afterwards, but I didn't get much sleep, because of the new announcements every time the bus goes past a bus-stop. Anyway, it didn't take me too long to walk from the bus-station to work, and I only arrived about 10 minutes late. Work was fairly quiet today - I suddenly realised that this was because 2nd January is a public holiday in Scotland. Oh well, it'll be busy tomorrow. I found out that the reason that my boss had come in over the holidays wasn't just to have a cuppa and make a mess in the kitchen, but it was to pay our bonuses into our bank accounts. Top man! During the day, Postie delivered the Coupling DVDs that I'd ordered last week. Excellent - I can't wait to watch the norks episode. I managed to leave work on time, and went to the cycle shop on the way home to buy a new inner-tube. Obviously I could have mended the puncture, but decided that I wanted a new inner-tube to go with the new tyre. I then went to Tesco to buy tea bags, yeast, shampoo, soap, and some new pants. While I was there, I saw a bloke with a washing machine, so I went to find them. Next to them was a dishwasher, but it wasn't a slim-line one. After all the hassle putting the carrier bag recycling into my bag this morning, I almost forgot to put them in the recycling bin! Not wanting to spend another 90p on the bus, I walked home. I noticed that almost all the bus-shelters and phone boxes on the A4 between Slough and Langley don't have no smoking signs. I'll be complaining to the council about this, especially since I saw somebody smoking in one on the other side of the road!

When I made a cuppa after cooking my dinner, I realised that I was running low on milk. Gimmeration, why didn't I realise this when I was in Tesco. Oh well. While drinking my tea, I checked my e-mails. I'd had quite a few arrive over the last week in reply to my Christmas e-mails, so replied to them all. Next thing I knew, it was quarter to ten, and I hadn't even looked at the puncture. I had another cuppa while watching the 10 o'clock news, and then started sorting out my bike (after perving at the bird presenting the National Lottery, who was the same bird who co-presented BBC1's New Year's Eve celebrations). I couldn't find a puncture in the inner-tube at all, so have no idea what happened. I wasn't really that bothered, because I intended to fit the new one anyway. I did this, and then did the washing-up. Once I'd done this, I took the bike out for a quick spin, before going to bed.

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