Starting motor fucked, so left The Mossmobile by t'garage.
Forlornly trek home sans PT & BoxFit...
...and some shit fiddling cockwrangler has parked across t'entrance to me drive!
This is why I let things drift by now - the Fates watch out for me, and guide me on The Right Path. Clearly, if I'd ended up at PT/Boxing, I'd've crashed, or had some form of fitness injury.
Likewise, if I'd gone home, I'd've got into an altercation with the selfish driver getting them to move their illegally parked vehicle and been stabbed up or something.
So, clearly, the fates know best, and they have great plans for The Xym's future.
I just wish they'd hurry up with my Pretty. She must be something special, the amount of time it's taking them to Create The Moment that gets us together...
