Head like a hole...
May. 11th, 2015 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaToday I got out of bed at 6, made my packed lunch, got on a tube, and made it to Soho for a bit after seven to go to yoga. I signed into my class, went to the changing rooms... And realised the bag containing my yoga gear was still at home.
Arse.
I browsed around the rails of clothing the yoga studio sells, wondering if I could purchase replacements. It was all far too expensive. If I pay £98 for a pair of leggings, I don't care how good the "performance", I expect them to do the bloody exercise for me.
I wondered what else I could reasonably do in London at 7am. With a heavy bag.
I considered that I haven't been to yoga in ages, and it seemed a bit of a shame to waste all that getting out of bed early.
I rummaged round the rails again and found some leggings that were merely horribly expensive (rather than catastrophically expensive). I remembered that I was wearing a vest that could be co-opted as yogawear.
(As it turned out, the second decision was wrong. Old and rather saggy cotton doesn't make good clothing for exercise. Fortunately, it is a serious-minded class where everyone else is far too busy with their practice to notice the person in the extremely inadequate clothing.)
So I yog'd, and then I went to work. Busy day, and I left my laptop in the office this evening running a bunch of stuff overnight.
So I left my laptop bag there too. I popped my lunchbox and yoga clobber into a cloth bag and headed home.
It turns out my lunchbox leaks when not right way up. I found this out on the escalator in Holborn, by which time I and my bag were mildly soaked with leftover salad dressing.
I got home, and realised I am wearing a dress. Not technically news to me, but I had failed to notice the relevance. No dress, no pockets. No pockets, keys in laptop bag.
You may remember I left that in the office.
And ChrisC is apparently still at work.
Which explains why I am sitting by myself in a pub, smelling strongly of vinegar.
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Date: 2015-05-11 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-11 09:02 pm (UTC)Ach, not that sad. No one died. And now I am home, and tea is Sunday leftovers so low effort :)
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Date: 2015-05-11 09:03 pm (UTC)NIN - Black as your soul.
Date: 2015-05-11 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-11 08:35 pm (UTC)You think I'd choose a pub without beer? I am tolerating the football, but the beer is excellent!
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Date: 2015-05-11 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-11 09:16 pm (UTC)Arse
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Date: 2015-05-11 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-11 09:03 pm (UTC)Eep. At least I only did it I the way home!
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Date: 2015-05-11 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-11 09:04 pm (UTC)Aww, thanks to your mum. Home now!
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Date: 2015-05-12 12:59 pm (UTC)But, while I've had days like that, I'm still slightly bemused by the thought of you in a dress. I think the only time I've seen you in a dress was DERT at Oxford and you were getting gin poured all over you.
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Date: 2015-05-12 02:21 pm (UTC)I don't wear a dressers often either, but a long time ago I had gone straight from a job interview to a party while wearing a suit.
One of the girls at the party managed to talk a friend into pouring lemonade over me, damaging my pride and the suit.
I have now married for almost 28 years to the girl who dared her friend...
As for the suit, I wore it again, before having a chance to get it cleaned properly, for another interview. They offered me a role and I stayed there for more than six years.
Never underestimate the power of clothing with drinks poured over.
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Date: 2015-05-12 03:30 pm (UTC)Yes. I have been taking advantage of the fact that my new colleagues don't know that I don't wear dresses :)
No-one had thus far seemed inclined to pour gin over me.
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Date: 2015-05-14 09:08 am (UTC)