I was just about to leave for a very important assignation. I had to dress up a bit because the person I was meeting doesn’t respond well to my usually relaxed wardrobe decisions. My elbow catches the shaving device of him indoors and it falls to the ground and into dozens of tiny pieces. So I try to fit them back together but it’s like the current Doctor Whom titles and I’m flustered. On the way to my meeting I text him apologetically and offer to buy him a new one but get no reply. I find a nice new one with two thirds of the price knocked off which loads £5 onto his store loyalty card. The meeting goes on forever and I miss the bus home so I have to get the train which is cancelled and a taxi. I get in and he’s shimmying around the floor to Private Dancer. Pished as a poodle. I needn’t have bothered about the shaver as he only used the beard trimmer to get rid of those weird middle age hairs that grow anywhere that hair shouldn’t… a good day. 😃