Rule No.51 - When angry, count four; when very angry, swear.

Well, well, well. Did this happen to me this morning or what. Hells bells. What started out as a good day, with me opening my eyes and being allowed another day and being grateful for it, turned to disaster. Waking up with hay-fever is never great, but waking up with hay-fever and sinus on top of it is just plain sucky. So off to the shower, only to have it block on me, awesome. No problem, keep going. It is, after all, no negativity Wednesday. Go to the fridge to grab some lunch for the day, empty fridge.

All good, I'll leave a little earlier so I can stop at Kauai for a smoothie. Of course, this is the best time for the skies to open and get hold of my just straightened hair. I get to the car, forgot my tea flask. Back inside. Back to the car, forgot my charger, phone about to go dead. Back inside. One, two....

By now, it's the same time I have to leave to be on time at work. As I came over the first big hill, we all almost come to a stand still. Nothing like a big truck on the coastal road in the rain. I think the fastest I was going at one stage was 30km/h. Whoop whoop. One thousand and even, one thousand and eight.......

Eventually got to work, late, and there is obviously not a single parking whatsoever. That's when the swearing started. How's that for the start of a no negativity Wednesday!

A couple hours later, I was standing outside, counting again, when I saw an elderly man carrying the most gorgeous bunch of flowers and my immediate thought was, aaaahh, wonder who he is taking that to? Next thing I know, he's looking at me asking for me. For ME. If not for these flowers my quote for the day would have been "when angry, count four, when very angry, swear, when super angry.... well, this is a family blog. Let's not go there.

Thank you for my flowers P.S. Mwanza.

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