Puts hand up.... that would be me then.
On Sunday I went off to do the Cheshire Cat Sportive around the potholes of Crewe and East Cheshire promising to phone CBH at 11am to tell her how I was getting on and then at 1pm, my estimated finishing time. This I failed to do miserably as I left my mobile phone at home.
I received quite a stern telling off from her once I had found a working phone box.
Of course, having a brain the size of a planet, I wouldn't do that again now would I.....
Forward to yesterday....the car went in for its annual "lets remove some money from the sucker" test which resulted in me having to cycle into town during the end of the "rush hour" (No idea why they call it that as it took me 30 minutes to drive the same 2 mile route yesterday morning as I cycled in 8 minutes in the evening). Anyway, my passing words to CBH was: "the cars ready, so I would only be 30 minutes...."
I am getting there....honest. So, I turn up at the garage to find that the car is not ready despite them phoning me to say it was, meaning that I was hanging around in their waiting room for over 90 minutes
No issues....just phone CBH to say you will be late.
I will leave you to work out the rest. When I did get home, CBH was in floods of tears as she thought something nasty had happened to me.
So, for making my wife cry, I nominate myself as a "Fecking Div" and are now looking to have a mobile phone implanted somewhere where I can't lose it.