Well... it kinda depends on how easily impressed you are.
My morning shower was cut short by the insistent ringing of my phone. At 6.15 in the morning, I ask you.
Anyway... me good mate Woodsie was on the other end, wondering if I wanted a lift in this morning. I considered it for about a picosecond (carefully weighing the pros and cons of waiting in the rain to share a damp uncomfortable bus with 40 odd people, at least 2 of which are desperate to share their cold/cough/other ailment with me against a comfortable ride to town in a nice warm car) before stating 'Yes'.
The down-side of accepting the generous offer of a lift was encapsulated in the phrase 'Ok, mate. We're leaving now. See you in a couple of minutes.'
So... there's me - nekkid, still wet, unshaven, unbreakfasted, even. With about 3 minutes (which co-incidentally is the time it takes a Vauxhall Zafira to cover the 3 miles between Woodsie's house and mine) to dry myself, shave, brush my teeth, dress and be out the front of the house.
I made it.
Just.
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You would never have known to look at it him today.
Be impressed. No, be very impressed.
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