Losing the keys to the work car made me realise just how much my life has changed in the past few months. In fact it had me worried that I might have been losing the princess factor … however, getting a flat tyre today has made me realise that actually, the princess factor is holding on strong … maybe I need to start from the beginning …
Last night, I dropped Mr W. off at work and then went and did the shopping. Nothing unusual about that. Except that I was wearing steel caps and a high vis orange shirt … and driving a mine site vehicle. Oh how life has changed. When I got home, I realised that I had locked myself out. Luckily my gorgeous man is smart enough to have hidden a spare key for times like this. And so, after getting into the house, I then realised that I had lost the car keys. Ho hum. I grabbed a torch and back tracked, I turned the car upside down, checked the shopping bags, the bin … but the keys were no where to be found! Hmmm, looks like I would be pushing that car with the flashing beacon to work.
Searching through my handbag trying to find the keys to the work car (a far cry from my little city astra … a manual Nissan Patrol with a roll cage, flashing beacon, 2 way radio, flag and canvas seats … noice) … I found some unfamiliar objects amongst the myriad of lipglosses and perfumes … a “Take 5” notebook from a mine site induction, a glove clip, a pair of safety glasses … hmmmm. Then I looked at what I was wearing … orange high vis shirt, daggy nanna jeans and clunky steel caps. What happened to little Miss Glamazon?
Oh and back to the keys, well Mr W. found them near the herb garden (just like I knew he would). Thank you honey xx
But if I was worried that the princess tiara was slipping, I was reminded today, that in fact it is well and truly still sitting firmly in my freshly dyed locks …
Driving to work this morning (now that Mr W. had found the keys), I stopped in to get coffee at the only place in town with a decent brew. When I got out, I heard a hissing noise … hmmmm smart enough to know I was soon going to have a flat tyre, I decided to forgoe my coffee and hot foot it back to the office … if it was going to die, at least it could do so in the comfort of the office carpark.
Sure enough, a few hours later the tyre was flat. Hmmmm, what was I going to do? I have seriously never changed a tyre in my life and this certainly wasn’t part of my job description. I mean I have to wear PPE, but I don’t have to get dirty. I phoned my boss to ask for the number for Roadside Assistance … I mean surely there is someone whose job it is to change my flat tyre. He told me that I’d have to do it myself … or use my eyelashes to get someone else to do it for me. I mean come on, this is a girl who can’t even get the bonnet of that silly car open … I’m serious, I can’t find the lever.
For a fleeting moment, I considered trying to change the tyre myeslf, but feeling the familiar grip of my princess tiara digging into my scalp I quickly decided against it. Surely there was another way. I mean, I may not have my acrylic nails anymore, but there was no way I was getting grease under the little fingernails I do have.
Just when I thought I would have to unbutton my orange high vis shirt, my gorgeous knight in shining armour (aka Mr W.) phoned me … he had read my status on facebook (who said this social media tool had no standing?), having just woken up from night shift. He was there within the hour, jacking up the Patrol and had that tyre changed in next to no time. Thank you honey … you have proved yet again that you are best boyfriend in the world!
Well … I’m off to clean out my handbag … it’s high time my lip glosses and perfume resumed their previously highly held positions.