Salad wars!

I was late for work today for the first time ever! All was going well until I reached the new dualled Moulton bypass. I could see a traffic queue ahead, but assumed it was a set of traffic lights opposite the new Aldi. I see the same people every morning when I drive to work: a woman running with her dog in Walgrave, a woman with three very young children walking to school, and an older man with a dog. I sometimes see the same cars as well!

This morning, the woman with the children was waiting to cross the pedestrian crossing, but the traffic was at a standstill. There was no way of turning around; I was stuck! It was about 7.45am and Scott Mills' excellent "The easiest quiz on the radio" had already been and gone, because I think the contestant had only scored six points! I tried to connect my phone to the car, but it kept looking for Sophie's phone, so I had no way of letting Sara know I'd be late, because, judging by the traffic, I wasn't going to make it for 8am!

Two lanes of cars crawled slowly towards the Round Spinney roundabout, and we discovered what the problem was: a broken-down car on the roundabout itself. There was a police car behind it, so I indicated to get into the second lane, but an idiot behind me wasn't going to let me in! I don't know whether he hadn't seen the police car, but he had no choice as I pulled out in front of him and sounded my horn. Idiot!

Sara and Sheila had been wondering where I was and had even checked the holiday rotas to see if I was on annual leave. Being fifteen minutes late for work meant I felt discombobulated all day! The time passed so quickly!

Back home, I did thirty minutes on the bike and then prepared a salad for tonight's meal. I wanted to make a big salad, so I added lettuce, a pepper, cucumber, celery, cress, grated carrot and spring onions. I didn't add tomatoes as I know Sophie doesn't like them in a salad. When she walked in, she took one look at my lovingly constructed salad and went mad!

My daughter, who will eat almost everything, including raw oysters, went ballistic about the spring onions, yellow pepper and celery I'd added, digging some of the lettuce and cucumber out to put into another bowl for herself! She didn't even go and change out of her office clothes!

It set the tone for a subdued evening. The last straw was when I went to close the conservatory door and garden gate, and inadvertently let Mooney escape into the night... Sophie was furious as she'd just got both of them in for the night and had to go and call Mooney all over again. Luckily, he came in. Phew! What a day!