After a busy day at work in which my stress levels got to an uncomfortable level, I had a trip to meet a friend at a pub in Surrey. I had managed to deal with the sort of stress that made me want to curl up and hide under the desk. I dealt with it by changing the location of my next meeting to somewhere away from the desk, so I didn't get a place to hide. I, instead, drove to another office, having a conference call, and then had a "bull session" in that office, followed by the continuation of that session over the phone as the other person I was sessioning with drove home and I drove to the pub in Surrey.

I arrived somewhat frazzled, unable to think especially straight. However, an evening of silly conversation and plenty of coffee sorted that out. I enjoy a nice evening out in good company.

I arrived home to find a car parked directly on the entrance of my drive. It was also parked further off the road, so the cunning system for driving up the pavement wasn't an option. However, there was a space opposite my house - this space wasn't the length of my car, but it was wide enough to accommodate the nose of my car, enabling me to use it to maneouvre my car so I could reverse onto the bit of pavement in front of my garage - there was a car's width between this annoying car and the next one along. So, the roadside was then car, car, nose of my car, annoying car, car, car, car. I realised that I'd pretty much locked all the cars nose-to-tail with my move.

Then I realised that the car which was in my way was for sale, so I rang the mobile number on the for-sale note and left a silly message.

I packed the car for my weekend's jaunt and then got some food and went to bed. Sleeping on a full stomach is not a good idea.