Sharkie

Sunday. I hate them. Well I was dreading today. Danz was at a sleepover and I had to pick her up at 10 am, drive to my Mothers, pick her up... Go to the gym and then out for lunch with my parents.
Yeah, I know it sounds nice but my father was the last person I wanted to sit across a table from today.
Danz was at her friend Serena's. I rang her from the car to say I was almost there. She wasn't ready. I sat outside impatiently and even beeped the horn once. She came out all flappy and flustered. I felt this miserable cloud sit on my head and I glared at her. "I thought you said you'd be ready at 10 am"? I moaned.
She didn't say anything. We got 200 yards down the road and she announces she'd forgotten her handbag.
"Great" I snarled and turned the car around. As I drove back with my face like thunder a little inner voice nagged me.
Wasn't this just the kind of behaviour exhibited to us by our father when we were little? The terror that we'd get something wrong and rile him.
Oh he had excuses, he had diabetes and I'm fairly sure was depressed at some point. And I use my BP as an excuse for a load of shit that I shouldn't. But is that any reason to take stuff out on the kids? She'd had a great sleepover to have it spoilt by a snappy miserable old bitch of a mother?
Why couldn't I just pick her up cheerfully and patiently? So we lost a few minutes with her forgetfulness but FFS it simply didn't matter.
Anyways we went to the gym.
I did 14 lengths. The first 10 were hard but then the burn kicked and suddenly it became easy. I could have done loads more but the hassle of negotiating a pool full of rather rude Chinese people and a bratty little boy who dived on my head 3 times and almost drowned me was too overwhelming.
Sunday morning is not the time to exercise there.
So on to dinner. Where an hour was sent making polite conversation and him trying to persuade me that I was a fool not to have the car serviced annually. What with Buttons?
Now home and an afternoon sleep dream in which Zane Lowe was in the gym pool and the miserable receptionist from last year wouldn't let me in because my card had got wet.
Why can't everyone be as patient as me?...
And, bastard no I have not got 'All the patience of a hungry shark' either....