Driving Miss Day In Bed

There are days when you feel like you should have just stayed in bed. And there are days when you could have stayed in bed.

Today my day fell in the latter category. I had a driving class scheduled for midday. Which involved me getting out of bed and braving the snow blizzard outside to walk 10 minutes to the metro, wait for the metro, chug along the slow line, then walk 5 minutes to the driving school.

"Oh," said the receptionist when I came in. "Your instructor is on a 2-hour lesson with someone else."

This is the second time she has done this to me. So I'm gritting my teeth. I also spoke to her on the phone barely 45 minutes ago. So I want to slap her.

"Well, I'll just hang around and wait for him to come back," I suggest. There's a Jean-Coutu pharmacy opposite and I need some loo roll.

"He has another class scheduled. His day is full."

Fantastic. What am I - chopped liver?

My hour was moved somewhere else on the completely illegible diary - "See, there is someone else with him right now" - while I huffed and puffed and rolled my eyes, when she wasn't looking of course. Then I trudged home through the blizzard again.

I'm wet, cold and what a waste of time. Of precious bed time.

Deep breath, no matter. This day in bed was quickly salvaged. I'm now safely back in bed where I belong, perusing the web and sipping a cup of Bovril.

I have a 2-hour class with my "Check the bleend spot" guy tomorrow. In the meantime, I deserve a good lie down.

Who said flying was the safest way to travel?

I was lucky to get back to Montreal last night in one piece and, as yet, uncontaminated.

My pre-reserved seat was in a prime location:

- Next to a man who refused to blow his nose and thus sniffed the entire journey
- In front of an all-American family who proceeded to talk loudly the entire way
- Directly in front of a boy of said all-American family who kicked my chair continuously and coughed excessively and I think needlessly

But I guess the highlight of the journey was when the sniffing man got up to get something down from the overhead locker. A large bottle of gin fell out and onto my chair. I happened to be leaning forward filling out my immigration form. Otherwise I would have been knocked out.

I could have strangled the guy. But instead I said, "I'm fine. Just be careful." Yeah, like, you could have killed me, you snivelling moron.

I think my new year's resolution should be to say more what I'm thinking... If only I had the guts.

Happy new year everyone!