Yesterday......'all my troubles seemed so far away'

Hi! I have a follower!!!!!!!!!!!!Thank you very much. Anyway, today, I'm going to talk about yesterday. This is for two reasons. First of all it's 8.53am where I am right now, so there's nothing to say about today yet. Second- a lot of things happened yesterday. First of all, my family and I went to the house of one of the big bosses of Dad's company. He was the guy who hired Dad, so it was a big deal. It was a bigger deal because this guy has an Aston martin DB9- which he was going to let my brother sit in (he's a bit of a petrol head). When we got there, even I could tell that car was gorgeous. Then the big boss guy gave Dad the keys, and said he could go for a drive. Now there's something you have to know about my Dad. Because of his occupation, he, especially in the past 10 years, has been in several car accidents. He has a habit of fiddling with the dashboard and not actually looking where he's going. You can see why this might be a problem; now he's been given the keys to his bosses spotless Aston Martin DB9. I couldn't watch. Whilst they were gone, we decided to let our small Norfolk Terrier have a walk on the grass lawn- since we don't have one. She had a nice walk, then came inside and peed on the big bosses rug. In front of his wife. It was terrible, I had no idea what to do. So I took her outside again, where she started having a fight with their huge part doberman. Our dog went back to the car. Then Dad and K got back, and K was grinning like the Cheshire cat. It was time for us t go- since we were one hour late for our other friends who'd invited us to lunch, and we'd left the wine for them at someone Else's house. Whilst we were driving maniacally around the city, Dad informed us that he'd got most of the way up the street in the DB9 when he realised he'd been driving with the handbrake on. Apparently its difficult to use and they had to get the little book out on the side of the road. I knew something would happen. When we got to the friend's house, I ended up having to deal with the malfunctioning bubble gun, which was eventually fixed, only to run out of bubbles. My Dad looked after the baby girl, and was quite happy to burp her on his shoulder and take her for walks when she cried whilst talking to his old school friend- her father. Which left me entertaining the two 3 and 5 year old boys. We had running races, hula hoop races, stuck in the mud etc Twister was a small problem as I had to manoeuvre my 5"7 body over their two tiny ones whilst my brother relentlessly spun the spinner.After a while I took the chance of a break, and sat happily entertaining the mother with stories of Australia's deadliest and most infamous spiders, and our encounters with them whilst living there. After a few more hours we went home, with plans to go bowling some time. It was all in all, a weird but sort of typical day, and we finished it by sitting down together, and snacking on the remains of our collaborated Christmas dinner and the pavlova I'd made in place of Christmas pudding.