omg...
i have this friend, and i love her dearly. We dont always see each other weekly but we both work etc....
this week she had a family funeral to go to and asked me if i would go and let their dog out, i explained that i was coming off a night shift but would do it when i got up....
so today i got up. i pottered about. i made the kids their tea. and at TEN TO SEVEN i remembered....
in my defence i work full time, shifts, am barely lucid by the time i come off a night shift but this is no excuse i fear...
well i have never ever got changed so fast....i wanted DH to come with me and i was changed out of pyjamas and out the door before he even got his boots on....i had no knickers or bra on and went in my slippers....bed hair and panda eyes completed this look
i had pulled my achilles tendon and have been limping for days....i can comfirm that blind panic cures this ailment in a trice...
i abandoned the car on someone elses parking space and raced in to find them all home....
the dog comes and greets me like an old friend. my old friend says "was she ok?" and me....well i had gone with good intentions
i am feeble and weak.
i said "of course, she was an angel, no problems at all, ive just brought your keys back"
i am not sure if she believed me or not....out of the corner of my eye i could see what looked like a patch of freshly cleaned carpet...
i am racked with guilt. i should have just fessed up but i couldnt bring myself, a fellow animal lover, to tell her that i had completely forgotten all about her pooch...so i smiled and made out that all had been well when i left earlier in the day....
god is going to strike me down for my bare faced lie....or she is going to wonder why i had no bra on and looked red faced and flustered...which do you reckon will happen first?