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Had to work today. Mum's off getting her hair done half way across the city, so when I rang I was told to catch a bus*.
Bus driver forgot to turn a corner, and we were stuck for five minutes reversing ssslllooowwwlllyyy into traffic.
When I rang I found out Mum had booked me a doctor's appointment for my throat**. 2:45, my dad said it was.
2:50 rolls around and I ring up. She's not out of the hairdresser yet***.
*Where does that come from? 'Catch' a bus? Unless you're really late, I can't see it.
**Bloody overprotective parents think I'm going to bloody well die if a doctors doesn't see me before we go away on holiday.
***Appointment was for 12. How friggin' long does it take to get a trim and a couple of highlights put in?
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