Stress, stress, stress

The most ridiculas day, I swear. I got up early this morning to walk Ben as Mum and Dad had been out late last night. I went to the beach in the car. Since Australia I don't leave anything valuable in the car so I put my phone, keys, glasses and purse in my zip pocket. I'd been walking about half an hour when I thougth I saw seals in the sea. I reached into my coat pocket for my glasses so I could see better....yeah and they weren't there. First i thought they must of got caught up in something because I knew I put them in there. Maybe theres a secret pocket or something. They weren't there. This might not sound too distressing at first. But I can't really drive without my glasses, and I was about 20 miles from home. I retraced my footsteps all the way back to the car without any luck. I started thinking maybe I didn't actually take them with me and they'd just be sitting in the car. No luck. Retraced my footsteps again all the way back to where I'd got to. There was never any hope I would find them. I walked in the sea most of the time so if they'd somehow managed to fall out of a zipped pocket without any holes (likely) they'd have gone straight in the sea anyhow and probably be half way to Denmark by now. Mum was going to KILL me. No not just kill me, probably gauge out my eyes, pull out my fingernail and dunk me in acid. Then kill me. So I called home. What other choice did I have? They'd have been so much madder if I'd driven home without my glasses. The problem was that I only have one pair so Mum and Dad would have to both drive up to the beach to be able to take the fiesta home. Unfortunately as it happened Dad was at the dentist having a tooth out, with the other car. Mum was surprisingly calm when I talked to her. She said just sit in the car and she'll phone me back when she had a solution. Then my battery died. Oh joy of joys. By this time I was totally freezing my arse off, stuck at a nowhere beach with no phone, no way of getting home, with a huge, wet, hairy dog who had drunk too much sea water. I tried turning my phone on again after about 15 minutes. And it worked long enough for mum to tell me that John our next door neighbour was gonna drive her down to pick us up. About 30 minutes later they arrived. John has a golden retriever too (Ben's girlfriend) and had brought her along for a walk. So then we walked all the way round again before going home, finally. But the story doesn't end there. I was still without a pair of glasses. It just so happened that a few days ago I received a voucher in the post from boots for an eye examination, valid til sunday. Great, I thought. I'll just go down quickly on the bus, get my prescription and order some glasses. Right, just need to get my purse, which is in the glove box in the fiesta, which Mum has just taken to Hillside school fete... No money. No voucher. Appointment was in half an hour. Great, just great. So Dad (who was back from the dentist but groggy and in alot of pain) very kindly agreed to drive me down to Hillside to get my purse. When we arrived, predictably, the car was nowhere to be seen. We phoned Mum. "I'm at Sainsburys, just getting a few bits and pieces." So off to Sainsburys we go. And we find the car! And my purse was in the glove box! Hurray. Finally something has gone vaguely right. Dad then very kildly again dropped me off in the city. I got my eye examination done fine. So I went to look at the glasses. "Oh our cheapest pairs are about £99.00." Ha, so I left boots and made my way to specsavers. They were extremely helpful and even said that they would be done today. Hurrah! Another right thing. Thats two in one day, man alive. So they were gonna be ready by 4:45. Hmmm I thought. Heidi finishes work at 5:00. Maybe she could pick them up for me so I can go and do what I was originally gonna do today. Practise for my exam like my life depends on it....well it kinda does....aaaagh can't think about that now. So I go and ask her. "You must be joking" she says. Well thats the world for you. So now I'm stuck in the city, waiting and killing time by writing all this down when I'm GONNA FAIL MY EXAM ON TUESDAY. Oh its so unfair. I had it all planned. I had a totally free day to do my practise and then I'm babysitting this evening. Moral of the story? Let me know if you have one, I'm struggling to see the funny side right at this moment. Next week I'm sure it'll be hilarious. Right now I want to cry.