Boss' boss: “You're late. What happened?”

D-Man: “Ummmm… I got caught cycling in that deluge. There was so much water, that at one point I actually drowned. But fortunately this passing volunteer fire fighter truck saw me and they just happened to be towing one of those surf life-saving IRB boats … their base is near an unpatrolled surf beach, or something … anyway, so they came out and saved me. But then when the ambulance finally came, it got stuck in the flood waters and a shark came along and ate the driver, so, you know, we had to wait for a new driver…”

Boss' boss: “So what really happened?”

D-Man: “My alarm clocks slept in.”

Which kinda sucked.

I woke this morning thinking it was a bit early to get up, but that I should just get up and start my day early, because sometimes that's a nice way to start the day.

Then I realized it was 7.30am and not the 6.30am I believed it to be. I need to leave the house by 7.20am to be at work on time. My daughters had slept in. Why couldn't they do that on the weekends!

I was desperate to cycle to work, seeing as I'd been driving for the past fortnight with being sick.

But then I realized that I'd still get to work late even if I now took the car. So I thought Fuck It. Gonna be late anyway. Might as well cycle.

But then, half-way to work, it started raining real hard. And I thought Fuck It.

Should have taken the car.

(Cue similar thoughts for cycling home tonight when it started to HAIL).

Boss' boss: “So, anyway. About this bloody hand print on my volleyball…”

D-Man: “Ummmm…”