So I’ve just fallen off my motorbike. The speedometer and the rev counter have smashed to bits, the wheel bent a bit, I can’t turn the ignition off so the battery is running down as I type and one of my wing mirrors has smashed. It’s going to cost me a bit to fix it, but the thing that bothers me the most it’s the fact that the toy monkey I mounted on the headlight has disappeared. Seriously, I’m ok with everything else, but I’m rather pissed off at that.
What does that tell you about me?
As for the title, there’s nothing disastrous about this situation. It just sounded dramatic. Except my monkey bring stolen, that’s a total ball-ache. There’s not even any trace of him at all, so I can’t give him the send-off he deserves, so I’ll do the best I can here:
Fred the monkey, you’ll be sorely missed. You were there every single day for the past year and a half, and quite frankly your spot on the bike looks empty and bleak without you. I know you’ll be up there in cuddly toy heaven, watching over me every time I set off on a journey in future, willing me to be safe. I wipe tears from my eyes as I write this. I’ll miss you buddy.
Thanks for listening.