The Day After the Day Before
I came home from work on Friday intending on washing my Red Cross uniform only for the door of the tumble dryer to fall into my hands. I had some wet clothes to dry so in the end I just clipped it in and hoped for the best. I didn’t hear a loud thud during the night where the door hit the floor, thank goodness, and the clothes successfully dried over night. My dad fixed it this morning and it’s all good now. The thing with my dad and DIY is, it can either go one of two ways. He can make a damn good job of it and it’s perfect or he totally cocks it up and makes it worse than it was in the beginning. My dad has a better chance at repairing things than me, though, because I am such a walking disaster, anything I touch seems to end up in bad shape.
Anyway I came home from the Red Cross event yesterday and my uniform, oh my word, so muddy!! The BRC should pay for dry cleaning. 
Nah, it’ll be alright. My legs today are aching like crazy though and my back is aching, too. I’m still in my PJs, can’t be bothered to get dressed!
Mark said yesterday he’ll take me on a motorway tomorrow. Mmhmm. He’s said that before. 
I will text him tonight though to ask him if it’s still on and to arrange when to meet him etc. Passed my driving test in Sept ‘07 and haven’t been on a motorway yet. Hehe I’m not nervous anymore though, and, touch wood, everything will go alright. I need to drive on the motorway next Friday anyway as my dad, Callum, my mum (? .. she keeps changing her mind 
) and myself are going to Ilfracombe. I need a break.