It was a Sunday, a very hungover Sunday but a decent Sunday nonetheless. It was a day off after all and I don’t think it’s possible to have a bad day off.
A cup of tea in bed to finish my book. A very very unpredictably good ending. A do-gooder trip to supermarkets where I bought presents mostly and a few snacks to feed my ever strengthening throbbing head.
Some sunshine and a good mood. A podcast. A nap. Friends and more naps. Finishing off with a burger to keep the hangover at bay.
I decided to venture out in the evening to see more friends and to ensure that I refrained from consuming the four pack of Magners laying so enticingly in my fridge. I looked at my petrol gauge and oh, great – I was out.
I pulled into the BP station and saw a mass of cars fueling up for the working week ahead and I tried so desperately hard to keep my good, calm tempered mood with me. It was a Sunday after all and who loses it on a peaceful Sunday?
I realised early on that I had chosen a bad time to come to the petrol station but with five miles to empty and on a dark November night, I wasn’t prepared to take the risk.
The pump at which I was waiting had the car parked by it that looked as though it had been there the longest. That’s always a judge that I make upon entering. I then look for the driver who looks the youngest and most able, thus moving faster and leaving first.
Usually I am totally right. This time I was completely wrong.
I had assumed by the mucky looking Ford Fiesta parked up that the owner was of a younger age than the posh cars with personalised number plates that occupied every other pump, and that the driver in question would have more awareness of other people’s time, not thinking he was the most important.
I prayed for each person who exited the building having paid for their petrol to come to the pump I was waiting behind. I was even teased by a man forgetting where his car was and thinking that the car I was parked behind was his – it wasn’t.
Finally after what felt like days of waiting my driver approached. He ambled along as if the place was empty stopping occasionally to check his shoes. Perhaps they were new, perhaps he thought he’d stood in something. I couldn’t care.
He reached the car after a while pausing to let other cars go before him and unlocked the car. Finally, I thought, as he let yet another car go before him. Yes, despite having legs to run forward, he decided to retreat back.
He opened the door which again took minutes rather than seconds (please tell me why?!) and proceeded to check his phone, straighten his hairstyle, eat his sandwich, probably cook a bloody roast dinner, do anything before putting his seat belt on.
I was beginning to lose my strength.
He then sat for another few minutes as if he were waiting for the place to empty before pulling off.
He was finally gone. I was furious. My calm, good mood was destroyed.
Wanted: ignorant human behavior. Found: at petrol stations across the UK.

When things go wrong, have a cup of tea. If things are going great, have a cup of tea. In any given situation, have a cup of tea. Sometimes it is so important to physically sit yourself down and have a cup of tea.
I’ve always thought of Lady Gaga as a bit of a freak. In fact, if I am honest, I’ve never really thought of her much at all but whenever I have encountered her I have thought she was a little strange to say the least.
With many things in life I often like to take a positive outlook on my relationship status having remained ‘single’ for the vast majority of my life so far. In fact, I can put my hand on my heart and tell you that I have never been in a proper relationship (none that I’d count anyway) and I am OK with this, mostly.
There may be lies and cheats and people who constantly tread on your feet. There might be people who will do anything to get their way, but there are always good people.
We all have moments in our lives when we compare ourselves to others. We might think that’s how I need to be. I need to be more this or I need to do that less.
I’ve always thought of meditation as sitting cross legged on the floor with your arms out and your forefinger touching your thumb on both hands.
Most days just happen. Some happen badly, some happy really quite well but mostly they just happen.
Spending a huge chunk of my time surrounded by dogs to the point that I would consider some of my best buddies to be those of the four legged variety, I often wonder what goes on inside their heads.