Right up until 4pm today, lots of good things happened. I dog sat for a couple of hours this morning, I chatted with my dad about putting a fence up at the end of his garden and then I went shopping. I bought a helmet that is matt black and yet still qualifies as a shiny thing*, jeans that have armour built in, gloves that have big shiny plastic bits on and boots that have replaceable toe sliders. I negotiated a good discount (IMHO) and then decided to go and buy the reason for all of these bits; a motorbike. Before getting my car from the car park I decided to get thirty quid from a hole in the wall just to be safe. I then paid for my parking and headed to the car, bags in hand.
The Bad
The motorbike wasn't in a rideable condition since the front brakes had siezed. Since I had specifically gone over for a test ride, I wasn't pleased. This bike is a little newer than my last motorbike but otherwise identical. I loved my last one, so I'm expecting good things of this one. After some hard bargaining with the man in charge we came to a deal that suited us both. Not actually that bad as I will get the bike, just not in time to use it to get to work on Monday.
The Expletives
When I arrived at the garage to test the bike, I couldn't find my wallet. I ripped the car apart but couldn't find it. I even returned to the car-park but it wasn't there. The air was blue.
Of course having all of my stuff in storage in Holland isn't helping. Not only have I lost my credit and debit cards and my driving licence, I had a couple of other bits of paper that had encrypted codes on it. My backups, are, you guessed it, in Holland.
Life goes on...
The Expletives
When I arrived at the garage to test the bike, I couldn't find my wallet. I ripped the car apart but couldn't find it. I even returned to the car-park but it wasn't there. The air was blue.
Of course having all of my stuff in storage in Holland isn't helping. Not only have I lost my credit and debit cards and my driving licence, I had a couple of other bits of paper that had encrypted codes on it. My backups, are, you guessed it, in Holland.
Life goes on...
7 comments:
I do hate losing stuff... I lost my wallet, leaving it in a mini-cab, a while back. I got very lucky and the cabbie found it and returned it to me. Now I have a chain fixed to it, with the other end attached to my belt loop AT ALL TIMES! Never again!
Oh crap! Did you leave your wallet at that hole in the wall? I hope you found it. And I certainly hope the seized brake is the only issue the bike has... would be a bugger if you had lots more to repair than that.
I'm just catching up and you are back!
Drinkies!!!! I'll pay, seeing as you've lost your wallet.
Sx
What a bollix!
(I don't like bikes tho', bad experience once!)
Oh boy ... and I thought your lack of an NI number was a hassle.
*sigh*
There's not a lot I can say other than that I wish you the very, very best of luck in getting sorted out.
You desperately need a manbag or murse!
It's ludacris to imagine that anyone of either gender can function without having all y'er sh*t in one place.
James: A good option, but once in 5 years I can live with.
Ponita: Nope, wallet was definitely in the carpark. Bike is now in full working order it just isn't mine yet.
Scarls: Yes, excellent idea. When I'm mobile again, I'll let you know.
Mapstew: I love riding them. Not really a biker though.
Ro: NI number sorted (via my accountant, not the government, still waiting for them) but wallet still giving me grief.
Donnnn: I have a manbag thanks, but wasn't using it that day. Too many other (shopping) bags to carry that day. :-)
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