an hour of COMPLETE TORTURE!!

So, I’ve organised to meet Sharon at half past seven, going to my kickboxing class. As I’m leaving the house I do the usual checks. The four items I just can’t leave the house without. Phone, money, iPod, keys. All are present and correct. I leave.

Deciding to go with bullet for my valentine I delve right into my own world, on stage, doing some AMAZING shredding, in front of tens of thousands of adoring screaming fans. Until, I’m distracted buy a dodgy group of loud obnoxious teens. I keep my head down. Continue on my way. Back into my head.

I get to the GAA club and think maybe I should ring Sharon, to make sure she’s on her way, as I didn’t fancy standing outside Spar on my own like a complete weirdo! . . . .

Phone nowhere to be seen! . . . . Start to panic! . . . . .

All that’s left to do is back-track my steps. So walk all the way back to my house, searching every inch of the ground like some kind of bloodhound. No luck.

So, there’s not much else I can do, phone is gone, DEVASTATED!!!! . . . I start walking back towards spar, to meet Sharon. With no clue what time it is, all my numbers gone, photos, messages, MUSIC!!!. All gone! I decide to just get over it and continue walking, I was sure she’d be there on time. I get there. No sign of Sharon. I walk around for a while. Waiting. Until I see her coming round the corner. So I tell her about my . . . episode. . and just after I’ve finished ranting about ‘LOOSING MY POXY PHONE!!!!’ , her phone starts ringing, and apparently I’m the one ringing her. So she answers and a young girl is on the other end. Telling her that she found this phone and she was the last number I had called and if she met up with her could she give it to her to give to me.

SHOCKING!!! . . . .She said she could meet us at the bridge to give it back to me.

We walk to the bridge, and standing in front of us, is the three ‘loud obnoxious teens’ I had passed earlier on the way.

Appearances can be deceiving.