nunoncastors

Hexes and curses

Yesterday being Monday, and therefore the very apogee of the week, was something of a chore by its end despite a dazzling start and a tasty breakfast. I woke up early, seven o’clock early, and set out to begin my new job with a glimmer of trepidation and a hatful of gratitude for having something purposeful to do. The morning therefore, was spent in a flurry of meetings, discussions and introductions all of which left me dazed and disorientated because I’d woken up at seven and I am a distinctly ten o’clock person.

Still, day one went well and indeed, so has day two. What marred yesterday was transport. Perhaps we were being punished for not car sharing despite our working in neighbouring offices; perhaps it was just happenstance, but as of yesterday evening neither Duncan nor I have functioning cars. Rumour has it – though far be it from me to confirm anything – that Duncan filled his petrol engine with the finest diesel and now, consequently, it’s fucked. And I mean royally, roughly, fucked.

Naturally I was the obvious choice to give him a hand remonstrating with this now useless lump of iron, despite my chuckling at the prospect of him choking to death on diesel, but it was not to be. The charabanc has been abandoned for now, in a side street, until something can be done by sensible people with more than a length of hose and a desire not to walk home.

This, in due course, is nearly what we ended up doing anyway as my breaks failed and left us to coast blissfully through a set of red lights in a state of mild concern, expressing dismay at the prospect of an early death. Were it not for the fact that this sort of thing has happened to me before, all would have not been well.

Of course I’m convinced that this sort of thing is more than coincidence, no day can be so inconvenient for two people without some serious eldritch chanting on behalf of some vengeful nutjob. It’s either that or god really does hate me. I’ve done some terrible things recently, he’d have cause.

The upshot of all this is that today’s commute entailed a twenty mile roun- trip on my bike with a twisted ankle and Duncan, well, I’ve no idea how he managed to get to work. And I’m skint.

Stardust however, is a lovely book <3