Messing Things Up

We were supposed to be going to a function with my car club today.

We were supposed to go to a car show day a month ago but it was rained out on that Sunday when we had torrential rain.

So, the cancelled function was transferred to the function today.

Those tickets that we bought for the car show day would just transfer over to the function today.

Okay, no problem, we just have to go on the new day.

Sam wasn't all that keen because he is never really keen to come to car club things, but he does come. The car show day we can take the dogs and wander around at our leisure looking at the other cars and talking to whomever we want. It is a nice day, we both enjoy it.

The function today is at a venue and it is much more structured and we can't take the dogs, so Sam was less than keen, although he was coming.

So, I just had to look up the address for the new venue and we just had to get ready and leave.

I went back through my emails to find the address, coming across an email I hadn't read that said we still had to register our attendance and buy a new ticket, even if we had the previous tickets, as they needed numbers for the catering. Today's function is a big deal.

Oh damn! I'm sure I read that if I had the previous tickets I didn't need to do anything further. Bugger it!

Oh, I hate it when I mess things up. Stupid me. How did I miss that email?

You know when you wish you could fire up the Time Machine and just whizz back a few weeks so you can dot that 'i' which would change things? You know that moment in your life? Damn it!

Sam said, "Oh, that is a shame I was so looking forward to it."

I looked at him, he smiled.

As an aside, I have been feeling nauseous all morning, which is really annoying, why won't it go away? I wish it would go away. Not only is it not going away, it is now developing rapidly into a head ache as well, so, I'm not getting the fighting spirit to get ready and go anyway and sort it out when we get there, as I might otherwise have felt.

And the weather is shit. The world looks miserable outside.

We decide to get food delivered. Sam endlessly reads out options for food until my head is spinning. I just wanted a salad. No, not a green salad, a nice salad with just a little oomph! Caesar, Nicoise, roast vegetable with goat's cheese, something nice. How hard could it be?