Improvising.

Its Monday!

I started my Monday at 4:17am and woke to a loud obscene ringing coming from under my pillow-my bloody mobile. It was my dad-who needed a lift to the airport. I was groggy, I got out of bed, flopped back down on the sofa (oink oink- the snooze button and me have a very close relationship), dad was still munching on breakfast and he was watching a horror flick called "Whisper" which freaked me out (specific scene: driver driving, no one in the car turns to the front passenger seat and a little boy was sitting there staring at him!). As we were driving to the airport he decided to relate the story of how my bridal house (well the bridal house I am currently renting my dress from) is haunted and there were many cases of unexplained events that have occurred there which is why none of the tenants stay very long. 4:30am and there I was in a car on a lonely road, it was still dark and I had to drive home on my own. My imagination started going berserk.. I practically ran out of the car and jumped right into bed almost crushing W who was sound asleep. I found it difficult sleep after that!
8:21 am Woke up to the sound of my mum who needed a lift to the clinic as she was not feeling very well.. was so glad I could then roll over, nudge W who then said he would take her. On their way to the clinic there was a road block with a guy holding out a green flag to one side of the traffic and turned to the direction W & my mum were coming from and waved a big red toilet brush---in pain and still groggy, both my mum and W burst out into hysterics! *sigh*

Thats what I call excellent improvisation!