I've had a week of minor calamaties this week. Saturday I got a flat tyre on my way to the beach to see a friend for lunch. Of course being a totally incompetent numpty I had no idea what to do with it. So I had to call my knight in shining armour to come help me. Craig was great and fixed the tyre whilst I had lunch (!) and it was ready for more demolition... I mean driving after. Hooray for Craig!

Tuesday on my way to the gym I broke a tooth on some chewing gum. I managed to call my dentist (without the aid of Craig) and have an appt booked for next week to get it fixed. Well done Kelly.

On Thursday my perception of myself as a competent and capable individual however took a bit of a bashing as I managed to get my car stuck in a ditch (don't ask!). I had to get 8 burly men from the university come and LIFT my car out of it!! O God the Shame!

I've been since contemplating the reasons for said altruistic behaviour from total strangers. I was no damsel in distress- having just been to the gym and looking like Don King's sweaty little sister (the sweat does bad things to my hair- feel my pain, mum?!) and the thought of having to call Craig for assistance again was not an enticing prospect.

I have since come to the conclusion that a) some men like a problem to fix, b) the sun was shining and c) it meant they could get out the office and have a fag. Anyways I was eternally grateful for their help.


I wanted to show them how grateful I was.... I thought.. they're men.... men like beer.... I should offer to get them beer. But then I started to think.... hold on, no, that sounds like I want to date them. So I ended up rather naffly buying them chocolates and dropping them by in the office after. Awful I know, but I could not think of anything else to do. If you are aware of the correct protocol when having your car manually lifted out of a ditch by complete strangers please let me know.

So now not only can they go home and tell their wives and girlfriends about the sweaty, deranged nutter who got her car stuck in a ditch (what an idiot!), but also bemoan how they only got a crappy box of chocs for their efforts in assistance! O well.

Onto other news-Craig has also, this week, been sporting a rather fetching great, big, red boil behind his ear. This boil has lead to much debate between us about it's possible cause. My theory was that Craig has been eating too many Pot Noodles since we ve been living in the caravan and the boil was a reaction to this poor diet. Craig on the other hand has been blaming me. I mean.... me.... do something wrong...?! What?! Anyway- he reckons I have infected it whilst twiddling it. Pah! I mean... I barely twiddle ears now..... ;0) not much anyways.

To resolve this debate, he went to get a professional opinion on Thursday from his GP-who said it was an infected gland (although he failed to explain how these things get infected). He has been given a weeks course of antibiotics- which should reduce it. However if not he has to go for a minor operation. The GP assures us he reckons he could get this done and dusted before we leave in... 2 1/2 weeks.

I hope so.

For Craig's sake, because I know it's been causing him pain.

But also mine.... having watched 'How to Get Ahead in Advertising', I've been waiting for it to turn into another head and start talking!