So I read this plinky topic a first time last night... but the statement 'your morning so far' didn't really fit with me... It had been tempting though because yesterday morning began at midnight still awake and waiting for my relief from the watch duty so I could go to bed... Nevertheless that is no longer 'my morning so far' so I'll describe this morning instead.
The trick? Plinky wants me to do it in third person.
The alarm, more correctly the radio, broke through the general silence. There was no signs of life in the uni accommodation region - nobody in their right mind interrupts the sleep of others before 8 on a Sunday. Still the alarm rang.
With a crack of a single eye, mind protesting, she confirmed that the time was still 0750. Not surprising considering she was the one who had set the alarm not 12 hours before. Just the same that time seemed so much less reasonable in the morning light.
She had her friend to meet up with but knowing that Steph had been out until unknown hours... she wouldn't be up and adams for long to come. Snooze for the win. Worst case? The girl had taken her phone off silent before bed specifically for her friend to contact her... she had predicted her own response to the alarm.
A number of snooze alarms later the phone rang. To herself she conceded it probably was a reasonable time to get up now. Dressed and downstairs in a matter of minutes. She took in the slightly panda-eyed appearance of her friend and knew a big breakfast was in order. To the cafe district.
The drive to the cafes involved driving through the construction chaos of what was once a simple roundabout. The construction work had been therefore so long (as is always the way with roadwork) that it was simply all in a days drive. Until what felt like a pot hole. A hell of a pot hole considering she hadn't been driving anywhere near the only visable pot holes on the road.
Apart from a brief comment about the pot hole both girls switched back to thoughts of breakfast until about 2 minutes down the road the car started to feel funny... Now she'd never personally had a flat before but she had been in the car when somebody else had had one. This sounded suspiciously like that moment...
A brief and to the point 'Damn it' proceeded the girls pulling over and discovering a very flat tyre. Problem. Neither girl had EVER had to change a tyre before. Unfortunately it isn't a skill women are particularly well known for. They must have looked very lost and unsure of what to do though because they got the attention of a couple out for a jog.
Thank God for that jogger, he knew exactly what to do. He took care of it almost without assistance from either girl. Something about having a pink car must give away the aura that 'this driver is pretty much helpless in a car crisis'. Fantastic :).
Alls well that ends well... They got to breakfast thanks to the very lame looking spare... All that's left to do is fix it all up later this week... Turns out they had run over a nail... stupid construction zone.
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