Saturday always leads to Monday

The weather outside's been frightful, and no, I had no fire and no woman to sing "delightful"... :-)
Thursday and friday have seen pouring rain, enough to make all of us believers hope for a good, sunny weekend!
Our wishes were presto fulfilled, although saturday was extremely chilly, stormed by freezing wind.
But sun is sun, and not always granted too, so I made my mind and went to run by the seaside with my dog, did the usual crop of crappola of my thoughts while running for 22 minutes (ykes! :-) and then got back to family's Range Rover.

Now, it all comes to maths, and to a simple equation: where does it bring you having
a) a female dog "on duty"
b) a extremely cold and windy late afternoon
c) sweat all over your body and wind sneaking in your back
d) a car that doesn't want to start, because the immobilizer doesn't acknowledge the key
e) a stray dog who *would like* to serve the duty...

It was like watching a old american comedy of the 50's-60's: get into the car, look for instructions, rush out and kick away the male tramp!, get in, freeze, get out fast! my dog made her way for freedom, freeze even more, watch the sun go down, give yourself tons of "Hell!" thinking "today it's the only time I left my mobile phone home", "Where the hell is my dog!!!"...

Multiply this by 38 (minutes... more than running...), shake at your pleasure with some amused sights by very entertained and puzzled car drivers, and you get the idea.

I finally found the trick in the manual of the car and was able to leave half frozen, and with dark clouds on my face, a light metaphor for what I had on my mind! :D

To cut a long story short, and to offer some advice, bring a hammer with you when you go out.
It really takes to the nerves not to be able to bash/destroy something when *all* the rest is going wrong! :-)

Then it was sunday.
Sleepy. With a cold.
:)