Part 1.... chapter 2

I eventually left the flat and drove to town. Not sure why I went really, I didn't have anything of importance to do, and the whole experience well, it just went tits up.
It's not surprising people suffer from road rage. I almost had a blow out my self, with a cheeky young madam who quickly pulled into the parking space I was reversing 100 miles an hour down the back lane for.
I couldn't believe it - for all the cheek - I clocked her looking at me in my rear view mirror, she knew I was going for that space. For a minute I thought she was gonna pull out and become one of those wonderfully rare, stress free people who puts your faith back in to human kindness, and realise that the space was not for her, and so, would let me resume parking in the already claimed parking space. But I was mistaken. She just pulled the biggest grin since she sprouted those pearly whites. So big it almost blocked out the sun.
I was sooo not happy. I could feel my blood slowly but with great force, bubble and spit like volcanic lava. I stared intently at her reflection in my mirror as she continued to park her car. Shall I just ram it I thought. My Jeep Vs her very little car - no - don't rise to it. I took the good angels advice then threw the Jeep into 1st gear and sped off around the corner to the other lane where I just parked, in no particular fashion and went up to the bar. Mad as hell.

The volcano in me had been started. I was beginning to feel it crack the corners of my smile. What's going on, I feel totally evil.
Nothing pleasing in the bar either. I huff and puff, bang and slam and for what. Well I'll tell you for what. Staff. Staff getting paid to do a job that's not done because they weren't expecting to see me. I remind them of their job description and why they get paid a wage, before I leave. I decide to go into town and do a girly thing, buy some lip colour. walk around and calm down. I got half way into town then turned around to go home.
I needed sleep.
Plus it's possible the time of the month is not far away. I just hope mother nature flows before it's to late and the volcano erupts on some random unprepared mortal. 

I'm home now and about to go to bed. Putting the day's unpredictable actions aside, it shouldn't take to long for my conscious mind to cross over into the dream world. Where I can climb into my rocket and zoom off to the moon.

Good night ZZZzzzzzz.