I found my keys. [when I say "I" i mean "greg"]
First of all, I am *so* happy. I caught the bus home from the Ferry last night and was
overjoyed to find my top is just two doors from where I live.
[correction] I caught the bus home from the Ferry last night and was overjoyed to find
my stop is just two doors from where I live. [/correction]
Can public transport *be* any easier. Joy.
And of course, my keys. When I got home I spent considerable time and many moanings looking for them. I just had the feeling they were somewhere obvious, staring at me, calling me a blind idiot. I couldn't find them and after several hours of bursts of searching I gave up. Greg came 'round later and after about 40 seconds of looking (30 of
which i growled at him for going "through my stuff") he found them and spent the next 10 minutes in turns gloating and reinforcing the fact that i'm a blind moron.
It's raining today. Quite a lot. The ferry was steamy and close. I was splashed twice
by zooming cars on the way to work, I hate that.