Got the hump with Europcar. After losing my Saturday night chasing around on the phone and having to get to Heathrow to pick up a replacement car, now I’ve been charged a spurious £42 one way rental charge. Another hour on the phone today, no doubt, arguing the toss.
Crappy drive to work because some bell ends had had an accident in the motorway roadworks, so that got reduced to two lanes without a hard shoulder. I shouldn’t be so irked so early in the day. Then I got in to find that someone had invited me to a regular meeting before 9am. Erm. No.
My laptop won’t log on so I think it may finally be dead.
Bf was being a bit of a dick last night and this morning and then stormed out of the house early without saying bye so I cycled to work and didn’t log it on my strava so he will have to stop his strop and text me to ask if I made it to work. Yeah I’m a pathetic lil bitch what you gonna do about it.
Cafe this morning as a work farewell. Work didn’t pay, but still, full breakfast beats working. But full breakfast before running was a bad idea.
Spent the rest of the day enjoying a fucking epic meltdown by the NZ Tories - basically one of 'em was getting kicked out for leaking, so he quit instead, while accusing his leader (Simon Bridges) of being corrupt, and of making up sexual harassment allegations against him as a threat. Oh, and then the Deputy PM in the left(ish) coalition turned up to a press conference, played a 30s clip of a song called ‘Burning Bridges’ on his phone, and walked out (that’s the short version; lefty NZ Twitter is in fucking heaven at the moment). Good coverage here https://twitter.com/Jasonwalls92