Just 'Passing the Time'...

So tell me, how do you do it? How does one go about just 'passing time'? I have had to do it for several hours this morning and failed miserably at it.


Being the helpful and loving person that I am (modest too) I took my partners car in for its service this morning, being told by the nice young mechanic that it would be a couple of hours. Deciding that there was no way I could travel home on the bus without throwing up with travel sickness, I would walk into town and have a mooch about.


So once into town I discover that since my last visit the High Street is even more bleak, dirty and depressing than it ever was. I paid visits to the few stores that I thought might appeal to me, bought a couple of books, and stopped to enjoy a leisurely latte. After covering the entire High Street, the market stalls, flea market and the little shops tucked into alleyways I'd managed to pass two hours.


Now I have to admit that mingling with the 'great unwashed' is not my cup of tea. I have a dislike of ignorance, poor manners and even poorer personal hygiene and I found myself being bombarded on all sides by people who fell into all three categories at once. With my anxiety levels rising and a panic attack getting ready to strike there was only one thing for it, get back to the garage and get the car and, as my other half puts it "Get the Hell out of Dodge!"


I'm not sure what it is about garages and mechanics but I find them appealing, dirty overalls, oily rags and the pure masculinity of the place makes me come over all girly. It didn't bother me in the slightest that the car wasn't ready when I arrived, or that I would have to sit in a cold, grey waiting area until it was. I had the books that I had bought, lovely mechanics to talk to to pass the time. So after another hour and a half in the garage I was ready to go home at last. I was really looking forward to a relaxing cup of tea before it was time to do the school run. Unfortunately I came home to find that the dog had decided to make confetti out of the free newspaper that had been delivered whilst I was out. Oh joy!