Fool

A new month. You’d hope it would be a fresh start but I seem to be back in familiar territory. Recently dumped by someone I wasted my heart on, overweight and ugly with a crap job and hair that won’t obey me. And miserable. April is not a fun place to be thus far.. Normally I’d be comfort eating and watching a Laurel and Hardy film, but I’ve started this stupid diet, and the DVD player’s kaput after Hannah’s latest boyfriend threw up on it.
My first driving lesson was a disaster. My instructor is the same age as me, and only recently qualified from a quick-step, fast-track course to be an instructor. I’m only her third client, and the first two were her sister and her cousin. She was more nervous than me, and that’s saying something. She even managed to get her own name wrong. It was like trying to learn to walk by listening to a toddler. Nothing she said seemed to make sense, and the bits I did understand were things I’d already learnt watching ‘Top Gear.’ Ted’s offer of some extra lessons is sounding more and more attractive by the day. Plus, my holiday request for Easter hasn’t been approved. It’s not company policy to allow bank holidays off in the first six months of employment, apparently. Fascists. Now I either have to miss out on a weekend visiting Sophie, or risk not having a job to come back to.
It never rains, does it?

RC 1-4-09
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