We are off on our little road trip to the Cotswolds tomorrow, for a 4 day weekend. It's the first time we have been in a car by ourselves in about 5 months.
I wonder how long it will be before one of us says "If I have to stop this car..." because we will be ready to punch each other's lights out due to being in such an enclosed space by ourselves for so long.
To make matters worse, I have gone on a bet for Lent with my housemates. Because I am sure Lent is all about gambling. Whatever. Anyway, as you may have gathered from reading this literary masterpiece, I am a bit of a gutter mouth.
Fellow housemates and I were discussing what we would miss out on for 40 days over Lent. Girl housemate said luxury items like buying clothes and holidays. My pledge was that I would not swear. Boy housemate and NB have no faith in me, so they have started a bet that I won't last. Neither of them have made a decision on what they are willing to sacrifice. As long as it's not showering I think I am happy!
I had a bit of a rough start. I only lasted about 10 minutes before the f-bomb came out (don't tell, ok?). But at least I caught myself. I also nearly fell over coming home from work, so I had to drop a few token words then. I am also allowed to take the Lord's name in vain, so that's ok. Obviously I am deeply religious here.
I'm just so proud I haven't dropped a "See You Next Tuesday" yet - because that has been showing up a bit too regularly lately. The pressure will be on this weekend - we are in a car - in traffic - and I can't swear?
Holy mackerel.