We went to London on Saturday to celebrate my daughter's birthday but there was a huge protest by cyclists over their road rights, and we couldn't get to the restaurant on time. We drove around for hours, getting more frustrated by the minute. "Just smash into them," I advised my husband, before falling silent and feeling guilty.
Finally we made it to the restaurant and ate. This time I didn't trip on the step and fall flat on my face in front of all the posh diners like I did the last time we were at this snooty place.
Happy Birthday, Katie. (That's her BF in the background.)