How could I be so stupid? Visiting a student on a work placement in Creekside, Deptford turned into a three-hour journey after my search on Transport for London's journey planner for Creek Road, a long road with no houses on it and hence, no numbers. After a lengthy tube journey, a lengthy bus journey and a mile's walk followed by a trawl through Deptford, so glum that I didn't even plunder the one pound shops in Church Street, I got to my destination, grinned like an ape for ten minutes till my teeth went dry and then went home again.
I broke into a sweat later at the thought of how everything I do happens the long way round, or the wrong way round.
It was Offsprog-2's birthday in the week. Poor Offsprog-2 spent the night before the big day with her head down God's Big White Telephone, throwing up after eating the same raw pineapple upside down cake that caused similar symptoms in Offsprog-1 the night before the interview in Brighton. So I made the cake today, big and chocolate, and opened a packet of writing icing to dribble patterns on the top. I gazed at the box, which said you could win ten pounds, or even £75,000, or some icing. "How stupid', I thought nastily, and opened the little brown packet inside. 'A fake ten pound note', I grumbled as it fell on to the kitchen floor amongst the small spiders. Actually, it was a real one. Isn't life peculiar?
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