- On Friday I was rather “tired” from the night before, so I went to Pret and bought breakfast.
- When I got to work I discovered most of the coffee had poured out of the cup into the bag, leaving me with only a half cup of coffee, a sludgy coffee-soaked breakfast baguette, and a sticky desk.
- In a brilliant flash of inspiration I composed a wonderfully rhyming and flowing poem to Pret, which I posted on twitter.
- A poem to Pret: Looking forward to breakfast / but its just my bad luck / that all of my coffee / ends up in the bag not the cup.
- I know, I won a competition in school y’know.
- So anyways I awaited thunderous applause to my clever stanzas and what do you know I got a message from the nice people at Pret HQ who offered me free coffees for my spillage debacle. Thank you Pret.
- A wonderful weekend and wedding passed. I caught the bouquet.
- And then Monday, I cycled to work as normal but on leaving work I noticed my bike was gone – nicked.
- My bike was my pride and joy, my first adult bike, the prettiest bike in central London (see below). She had a wicker basket and a padded seat, and even padded hand holders in case I got tired from braking and stuff.
- There was a day when I would have thrown my toys out of the pram and had a tantrum. For two weeks. But I decided to put the Action for Happiness’ emphasis on “emotional positivity” into play and tried to be calm. Sure, I swore a *little* bit but I didn’t really blame anyone except the moron who stole it and I didn’t get too upset (apart from when squished onto the Northern Line this morning).
- And what do you know – its early days but it looks like my insurance will cover it and I’ll get a brand new bike for my old wandering one. Fingers crossed please.
- And today I confirmed that El Madre and my oldest friend will be visiting me on the last bank holiday weekend in May, neither of whom I have seen for the longest time.
So what does all this teach me? Well, keep your head in a crisis because it might all work out in the end, and what you need is support from friends and loved ones, and being a mad cranky bitch is likely to make them run for the hills. Also if you act positively, somehow the universe or Pret’s PR team will reward you handsomely. Clever Action for Happiness.
If a bloke called Bob tries to sell you this bike please tell him to send it back to the HPL…