We drove to the crematorium for a funeral. On the way, saw a beautiful cat dead on the side of the road.
Beside the church, the crematorium. Except it wasn’t. It was a cookery school.
Quickly went to Google Directions to figure out how to get to crematorium. Arrived, a few minutes late.
A beautiful service. My bloke’s Nana was there, her face much tinier and pinched compared to the last time I saw her. His Grandad had knocked his leg and had blood on his trousers.
I went back to work. Get a text saying daughter has vomited.
I have a headache, take a pill. Meeting.
Headache is back, is it a migraine? I don’t think I get them, but this is a doozy.
Colleague notices the ants are back in the office. They are swarming near a bar of Caramilk (as yet unopened) and have taken over the tin with Oddfellows in it. We kill them. They put out a stink. Stinky ants. The smell is on me.
Home time, get to the bus interchange. Queue to top up bus ticket. Queue jumped by a man, a very important one no doubt.