Follow-up

Sorry, nothing of particular note has happened today, aside from my tyre-inflating, um, device expelling air from one of my tyres (in the exact opposite manner to what its job description details) then expiring. Queue quick drive over to Sparky Ma and Pa's followed by Simon inflating my tyres for me - result!

About the two only noticeable things that have occurred today were a) coffee with Yaz, and b) an email from Marcosy.

Firstly, Yaz and I discussed Friday's road rage incident. She doesn't seem able to recall much of this, to be honest. While I could see she was incandescent with rage at the time, it's almost as if she descended into some kind of feral state of being while mouthing off at her adversary. She certainly doesn't recall calling her a "f*cking wench"; fortunately I do, and it will remain one of my most cherished memories. On the plus side, with some time having passed between now and Friday we felt it was appropriate to take the opportunity to sit back and laugh at the whole experience.

Although I did plant the seed of an idea in her mind about just going back and knocking on the wench's front door for the sole purpose of giving her snaps in the face.

Marcosy was also incandescent with rage, although for an entirely different purpose. You see, as I explained the other day, I saw a shirt I liked on Saturday when we were shopping, but I didn't buy it - although I did go back on Sunday to get it. Marcosy isn't too happy with this, because he likes to goad me into spending money in front of him, and recently I've gotten good at worming my way out of it by claiming (truthfully, for the most part) that they "don't have my size." A typical exchange might go somewhat like this:

"Ooo, this book looks good."

"Are you going to buy it?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"They don't have my size."

"Harumph!"

It's actually getting quite funny to taunt him in this way.

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Ooo-ooo-ooo! Fun, fun, fun planned for July. I'm *so* going to get myself a super-soaker and take part in this.