Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Far Too Early


Woken from my dream of the Pixie Cafe I stumble downstairs to put on the kettle and make Hazel a sandwich for lunch. Its 5:45 am. A bowl of muesli and a quick cuppa and duffle coated and bescarfed I lurch outside into the frosty dark to sit in the car with the engine running whilst Hazel does her ablutions and gathers up her stuff for college. I have to sit in the drivers seat because you never know when a car jacker will strike. These 6 year old Nissan Micras fetch a pretty penny on the black market! Anyway I am lulled from my revelry by the sound of a car being furiously revved up- flippin' 'eck! It woke the whole street up- even Archie woke up! Its me and my foot slipped onto the exelerator! Hazel is frantically waving at me to stop. What am I doing? How is this happening? Which button have I pressed? Such is my knowledge of cars that it took me a few seconds to dislodge my foot from the pedal. How does Hazel fit into this cramped and uncomfortable space? Beats me.
I expect we shall have a good laugh about it later.

4 comments:

hazel said...

BrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmBrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..
I bet the neighboughs all woke up.
what the....!"$@!%.....
tee hee....

wastedpapiers said...

I know - it was quite a shock, I thought the car had a life of its own and was annoyed that I was sitting in your seat! I'll sit in the passeneger seat from now on !

hazel said...

laughing at the thought of the panic look on michael's face than waking the street...

wastedpapiers said...

Coxhill!