If you read this often then you may have detected a very subtle undertone in the subtext of the lines that I am often not very punctual when it comes to work. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it.
But this week I have so far managed to be on time every day. And seeing as I have to start at eight am that is no mean feat, plus the fact that I’ve done three gigs this week and am knackered. This must make me some kind of Punctuality God.
This morning was a close one though. I had managed to get to Willesden Green in plenty of time. I then had to walk back to my flat to get my crap and evil travelcard that I had left there.
Oddly my mental thought process tried very hard to remind me to pick it up.
Firstly it told me to look for a pound that I thought I’d left in the pocket of the trousers I was wearing last night. I scrunched up these trousers in search of the small metal disc, but failed to find it, I also failed to notice the credit card sized plastic wallet containing my travelcard also in a pocket of those trousers.
Then, on leaving my flat I made doubly sure to check I had my keys, if my hands, like those of a dirty old man, had wandered a few inches back to my arse, they’d have noticed that the back pocket was conspicuously empty. But no.
then the least subtle hint from my brain of all. I was walking up the street, pleased with myself that despite having a job with an eight o clock start I was on time. And then I thought wouldn’t it be annoying if I got to the tube station without my travelcard.
Am I some latter day Nostradamus that can only predict ten minutes into the future? Surely any reasonable mind would have replied to this thought by saying to itself “Yes, not having the travelcard would be terrible, to be on the safe side you’d better check your pocket now, as you’re still close to your flat and it won’t be too embarrassing if your prediction comes true. Though of course if you do fail to check it now you ay have enough fodder for today’s diary entry”.
Maybe.
I am an idiot