Well it’s not really even funny, certainly wasn’t at the time, but in retrospect I find it amusing.
Yesterday (Monday) I was quite ill. Sunday I had a bit of a stomachache but nothing to write home about. I woke up in the middle of the night with a monstrous headache and although I forced some drugs down it was stll lurking in the morning. So the combination of stomach/head lead me to feel a bit unwell. I thought it’d get better though so I still went to teaching. I got through the first few students no worries but during my last student of the morning I was ready to bail, so I did. I went home and had a little sleepy. The only thing was I had to accompany someone at an Eisteddford. We’d been practicing this piece for weeks, etc. so I couldn’t really bail on it. I woke up and drove there, feeling pretty sorry for myself. Went in, etc. etc. Was up on stage tuning up and thought, ‘I don’t think I can get through this piece without throwing up all over the keys.’ So I quickly ran outside, just made it out the door and vomited in the bushes. Came back in and they were like, ‘do you want to do it a bit later in the program?’ But you know how you feel good after a munt? That’s how I was feeling! So I was like, ‘let’s do it! Yeah!’ So we did. Then I went home and back to bed. Funny, eh? Hmm…..
Anyway, as I mentioned in my previous post, I moved house recently. Well, it’s more like moving bedroom, not really the whole house. But the point of my story is I hired a moving van to aid me in shifting my stuff. I usually just hire a trailer and do it like that but my new car doesn’t have a towbar.
I think I’ll rewind a bit. So as I mentioned in my previous post, I killed Rita. Here is me and her on our last day together:
Here is my new car. It doesn’t have a towbar, because it’s just a small little fun-size violet crumble:
Incidentally, would someone be able to show this picture of my new car to Matt Kenneally and ask him what colour it is? Thanks.
So I decided to hire a moving van from Thrifty which didn’t cost that much and was supposed to make life a lot easier and it DID… So that was good.
As I was driving to pick up the van it was ‘peak-hour traffic’. Whenever I say ‘peak-hour’ or ‘traffic’ in relation to Perth it’s always in inverted commas. These fools don’t know how good they have it. But the point is there was a few more cars than usual on the road. So I was getting cut off and bullied a bit. I got to the depot. The maximum size vehicle you can drive on a normal license is three tonne. The truck I hired was three tonne. This is said truck:
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Definitely big enough to get the job done and boy did I feel like a king on the road on the way back. Get outta my way you yuppy Mum in your 4 wheel drive or I’ll squash you and all your kids! Mu ha ha ha ha! Nah it wasn’t evil. I was just whooping with joy.
Talk to yous all later, eh?