Thank you Dad

Well life has been rushing past as ever.

The last few days have seemed particularly packed.

Thursday night I got home from work and seemed to go straight out again for yoga. Friday I had a dentist appoinment (root canal work which after lots of drilling got changed to something else) and then had to hurry off to book club. We got a surprising large amount of disscussion out of Dan Brown's Digital Fortress. I also got to spend time chatting with a couple of good pals as I waited for the last bus back to rural isolation to turn up.

Saturday also had a last bus theme! I was spending the day with my mother, sister and her future mother-in-law aiding their selection of suitable wedding outfits. The snag is everything this season seems to be unsuitably styled or worse (as far as wedding ettiquette goes) black or white. Time began to move on and and it became clear that I would not be home mid afternoon as anticpated (not that I wasn't having a good time).

Due to living in a delightful small town which is the biggest centre of civilization for 20 miles travel can take a bit of planning. I have to take the (not even hourly) bus to a larger town and make further connections from there. Hence in order to get home I needed to get from one side of the county to the other and make a bus connection.

Dearly beloved was filling in with the Red Hot Radiators whose guitarist has damaged a retina. No way was I going to be home in time to wish him or watch him play (and he wouldn't be around if I missed the bus and needed rescuing).

I finally decided that the best option was to go mad in Primark (and then feel really guilty about buying stuff produced so unethically) and then join assorted friends and family for dinner in the pub before getting a bus to get a train get the last bus home!

However my fabulous father very sweetly offered to drive me all the way home. This was so kind. It saved me lots of time and meant I could rest my feet (which hurt from all that shopping) all the sooner!

So thank you Dad for being so nice. And Mum we'll keep looking. The perfect mother of the bride outfit will present itself.