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mad i tell you

Ok, this is the story of my day yesterday. I carefully pack my bag for work – laptop, wallet, food, change of clothes, some work I’d done, make sure I’ve got my access card. I run around the house making sure I haven’t forgotten anything, as I’m cycling to work from where I’m housesitting, and it’s quite a distance. So I hop on my bike and cycle…. cycle cycle… cycle past school children studying Melbourne’s creek systems… ponder the fact that I forgot to bring my shoes, so I’ll be clomping around in bike shoes… cycle some more… cycle past people walking their dogs… cycle cycle… 20km or so later, I arrive at work, and hang up my bike on the bike hook, then go to reach around for my D-lock, packed safely in my bag. But my bag doesn’t appear to be there. I pat around at my back from the other side, then look around my feet in bemusement. Where can it be? I look up and down the bike storage corridor… no bag. And the realisation slowly dawns that I never had it in the first place, and it is infact sitting safely back at the house.

Which is one reason to look forward to getting old, as then I’ll at least have an excuse for this sort of behaviour.

(NOTE – The ‘what happened next’ goes something along the lines of “I cycled back home in disgust, and was glad that I’d actually left the bag in the house, rather than sitting on the verandah to be stolen, and was vaguely relieved by the fact that at least I had my keys on me, so wasn’t faced with the prospect of breaking and entering as well”)

One reply on “mad i tell you”

Well…..talk about run in the family…genetics strikes again. I LOST my mobile theis morning as we went daog walking. DISASTER. Juggling kid, 3 dogs etc etc. ?????where Oh where was it. I drove back for m the park, leaving family and dogs stranded. AHHHHH. Its not here No where!!!! WHERE???
oh
There it is
in the car
next to me
ooppss

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