Am I bad?

Yesterday I did have lunch with Dom, Dan and Soupy (although no-one but me and them and anyone who reads my whitterings knows that!)  Dom and Dan I’ve met on several occasions, but it was a first to meet the Soupster – it’s weird when you’ve been reading about someone’s life and doings for some long while and who is a friend on the Book of Face so you know what they look like and everything, but you don’t know what they sound like!  All I can say is that (apart from NOT being overweight as she thinks) .. her brain goes at about a zillion miles an hour .. or mebbe it was just that as I was still jaded from the previous evening I was being very slow!

Dan and I had previously discussed mugging Dom for his uber-expensive clothing and sending him home naked, so that we could both raise some much needed (on my part) funds, but due to the fact that Dom very kindly paid for my lunch I resisted the urge and he went off to finalise his redundancy fully clothed – which was probably a good thing for him!

So having got to our lunch meeting and spent a very pleasant afternoon talking about Soupy’s job which she hates, and discussing Dom’s interview and him showing off with his iPone – which quite frankly befuddles me .. Dan and I had to get to our respective homes!  This is where my plan FAILED!

Someone very kindly (I’m being sarcastic as I don’t know the full details, so therefore cannot say whether they jumped or they were pushed) .. landed under a train at Surbiton!  SHIT!  Quick thinking me though managed to jump on a train that was heading in the right direction although meant that a) I’d have to walk 4 miles cross country to get to my car (which now, stupidly, was parked at the station I’d left from and I was already later than I’d intended due to the train diversion); or b) get a friend to pick me up (but obviously not The Admirer – because I was no-where near a train station, or trains or London or anywhere) but said friend was not answering her phone because she’d lost it the previous night (but I didn’t know that) .. or c) get a cab – hastily checked purse for shrapnel with which I could pay the driver – with huge sighs of relief when I found that I did have enough money .. certainly to get close enough to then walk to pick the car up.

It actually all turned out remarkably well, and I managed to get home about 5 minutes after The Admirer (although about a half hour later than I’d needed to be) with him thinking I’d spent the afternoon with my mum – so guys, please don’t tell him where I was yesterday!