Woke up late. Got no milk or cereal so skip breakfast. Go check emails at dogford rd for a bit. Phone Ronnie say I'm gonna be a bit late cos I have to pay golf deposits in Blakely. Can't find satnav so drive to Mum's to look in my van which is parked on her drive - it's not in the van. I set house alarm off whilst getting the van key from inside the house. I look for satnav at 723 Rochdale rd. It's not there so I go and look again at dogford rd - it's still not there. I realise its probably at Mum's house where I've just come from. Go back there and YES, I find it in the kitchen. Drive to cash machine in Royton. Miss my turning for the precinct so have to queue at lights and park up on double-yellows. Realise I've left wallet at 723 Roch Rd so drive back up to get wallet from my jeans pocket. Drive back to Royton for cash machine. Park in precinct and withdraw £60 to cover the deposits. SatNav guides me to Victoria Ave East but I'm lost from there. I see "golf parking" signs and follow them for a while and end up parked in the wrong golf club (heaton park). I turn around, pull over and get directions from the Blakely club office. Successfully park up. Try 3 wrong doors before getting inside. Then I get lost in some corridors before a nice lady comes chasing me. I'm wearing white trainers, shorts and a cap in the clubhouse and she says "I hope you won't be dressed like that when you come next time". I take my hat off. She tells me the "ex president is in the office and he'll pull you up on that in a minute". I want to go home already - I feel like Billy Elliott in that big posh dancing place where he has his audition. I go in the office and keep my head down and avoid eye contact with the ex-president. As I'm stood there paying the lady my phone starts ringing in my pocket. The lady scoffs and I quickly turn it to silent and ignore it. I get sorted, take my receipt and get out quick. Get in car and head for Ronnie's. Phone him on the way to make sure he's still home. From Queensway I'm supposed to go straight over the lights to Kingsway but for some reason I turn right towards home. Have to go left up broad lane instead. Get to Ronnie's to take photos of his piano. As I line the shot up the batteries die so I have to leave it and go home. As I get home the phone rings, it's a number I don't know... "you were suppose to be at my house to view a piano half an hour ago" (another happy customer then). I rearrange that visit for tomorrow. It is still only 1.45pm. Can you realise why my head sometimes feels like popping? Most of my days involve this same level of confusion and basic errors. I'm just glad I don't have a job where mistakes cost lives. Also, I have only eaten an Orange Club and some other chocolate junk today.

I've still got a doctors appointment to get to, need to get my van to a mechanic, pay my house insurance bill, find out what day the mortgage goes out (might have already missed that one actually), arrange to collect a coffee table I've bought off ebay but they won't let me have it cos my I used a spare account after they banned me from bidding for no good reason.

My head is about to...... BOOOMMMM!!!!!

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